After Harry and I did... what we did, he disappeared from the kitchen, leaving me breathless. Once my breathing regulates, I decide to call Ashleigh.

"Hello?" a thick, tired voice speaks.

"Hey, it's me," I say, knowing she will recognize my voice. "How are you feeling?"

"Fucking terrible," she answers. "I have a killer headache, I don't know where my purse or clothes from last night are and my car is gone... Shit-- so are my keys!"

This confuses me. "Then how did you get in your house last night?"

"I have no idea... I think I have a spare key or something somewhere..."

"Want me to come over?" I ask.

"Dara, I don't think that's the best idea," she honestly says. "I've been puking since I woke up, I haven't showered or eaten. I smell terrible... damn."

"I don't care, I'm coming over," I insist.

"Fine," she sighs.

"I'll be right over." I hang up the phone and go down to Harry's bedroom. He's sitting on his bed, already dressed, and on his phone. He looks up at me, then looks back at the screen. It was as if he hadn't just fucked me on his kitchen. I mean, is a little smile or at least a smirk be to much to ask for?

I walk across the room to my bag and take out a few clothes to wear. "I'm going to Ashleigh's house?" I tell him.

"Why?"

"To check on her."

"Okay?" he sounds bored.

"Are you okay?" I ask, looking at him.

Harry's eyes dart up to mine. "Why wouldn't I be?" How it annoys me when somebody answers my question with another freaking question.

"I don't know... you're kind of acting weird."

He oddly laughs, and I have no idea why, so I vanish into his bathroom to shower.

The hot water rushes over my body, in a hurry to get to the drain. Vapor rises into the air. All of the confusion from my morning with Harry washes over me. I'm no longer wondering why Harry had sex with me when I lost thousands of dollars that belonged to him, then was acting cold against me afterwards, not even twenty minutes after. It's refreshing.

The door opens, catching me off guard, footsteps walk in.

"Harry?"

"Who else would it be?" This boy is started to get on my nerves now.

I hear him start to piss, and I can feel his eyes on me as I shower. Fuck these translucent shower curtains. I pretend not to notice as Harry finishes and leaves, leaving the door open.

I softly hum to myself as I finish showering and rinse away the suds from my body. I peek behind the curtain, which was stupid because nobody who hasn't seen me naked before would randomly waltz into the bathroom, and find no towels.

I wait about five seconds after calling out Harry's name. He doesn't answer.

"Harry!" Right when I'm about to call him a third time, a dark figure appears behind the curtain and a towel is flipped over the curtain rod.

"Thanks," I try to say, but he's already gone. What the fuck is wrong with him? This morning he was fine! I grab the towel and rub my body dry, clothing myself in three minutes flat.

When I walk out of the bathroom and down to the living room, Harry's sitting on his couch, watching TV. He doesn't see me as I sneak up behind him and wrap my arms around him. He flinches and looks up at me.

"Hi," I say, stupidly, then I sigh when he doesn't answer and looks back to the television. "What the hell is the matter with you?!" I snap, stepping in front of him. Harry looks as though he could care less, but I can tell he's just as surprised as I am about my sudden outburst.

"What are you talking about?" he asks, solemnly.

"One second your mad 'cause I lost your damn money, then your fucking me in your kitchen, and now you won't talk to me like I did something wrong!"

"I'm talking to you right now, aren't I?" he challenges. "And may I remind you that you lost that money you were supposed to give me and now you're leaving to your friends house and cutting into the time that I have to spend with you." How is he still so calm?! Normal Harry would be screaming right now! He would fucking smash the TV!

"So is that what this is about? You're mad because I'm going to Ashleigh's? I said I was only checking on her."

"Well, why don't you take your fucking stuff with you?" he suggests. I'm about ready to cry... or scream. I don't even know. This boy is so infuriating.

"N-No," I stutter. "I want to stay here."

"Then stay here! Or go somewhere else! I don't really care where you go!"

I want to say 'You don't mean that', but maybe he does. Harry and I aren't even in a relationship. Maybe I really should just go. He already did a great job at pissing me off today, why am I still here anyway?

I take my keys and leave, muttering as I walk outside, "I'll be back to get my stuff later," After slamming his door I immediately remember him telling me not to do so, but I don't care. I almost smirk at how he must be fuming at this very moment as I get in my car.

---

"Brace yourself," Ashleigh warns, holding the door open for me to enter. The house is a mess. Objects are all over the floor and upside down, how did this happen?

"Did a tornado run through here or something?" I ask.

"I told you not to come," she tells me in an 'I told you so' voice. "You wouldn't listen."

"Yeah, because I didn't know it would be this bad."

"Well, judging by my new bruises that I discovered this morning, I probably did a lot of stumbling and falling last night. I'm never drinking again." We both know this is a lie.

Does she even know she was raped?

Before I have to say anything, she continues. "I'm so fucking sore... And I missed the whole thing, too. Shouldn't of had any of that beer."

"Trust me, Ash, you wouldn'tt want to remember a single detail."

"How would you know?"

"I'm the one who drove you home. You got raped by these three dumbasses while you were drunk out of your mind. They tied you to the bed and everything."

Ashleigh looks at me, jaw to the floor. "What?... Who?" she barely gasps.

"I haven't got a clue," I respond, honestly.

"How do you know?"

"You told me," I say simply. "You could barely form a sentence though."

We are silent for a while, just staring at the mess that is her living room.

"I'm glad I didn't have to see it," she whispers loudly so I can hear, her face looking stunned.

"Where was Tiana during all of this?" Tiana is her roommate.

"She's in Boston, visiting family."

"In the middle of the week? Couldn't she wait until summer break?" I haven't really gotten to know Tiana much. I've only talked to her when she would tell me what Ashleigh was doing when I was looking for her. She seemed nice... but I really don't know.

"She's gonna be pissed when she sees this mess... But with this damned hangover, I din't have the energy to clean this..."

"Forget about the living room, you'll clean it when you get home."

"Home from where?"

"We're going back to the party to get you're keys and clothes from that party," then I realize she's still wearing that dude's t-shirt. I almost tell her she should return it, but that would be embarrassing.

"No!" she booms with a horrified expression. "There's no way I'm going back there, hell no!"

"Come on, Ash," I coax. "You can just stay in the car. I'll get the stuff."

She groans and walks towards the door.

"Wait!" I stop her and she turns. "Change first."

Ashleigh looks down at the striped button-up. "Good call."

When she disappears from the room I decide to start cleaning up some of the stuff on the floor, just to help her out. I pick up a lamp and place in back on top of a small table resting next to the arm of the couch. The magazines sprawled on the carpet are stacked and back on the coffee table, that is flipped back on its legs. I sort a pile of shoes and pair them together, coming up with two sneakers with no partner. Oh well.

"Thanks, you didn't have to do that," my best friend speaks behind me. I look up at her. She looks silly wearing sweatpants, a t-shirt and the make-up she was wearing last night. But I stop myslef from saying anything, I don't need to make her morning any harder.

Even though I know the way to the frat house, she gives me directions. I leave her in the car and run inside the house, since she reminded me to be quick. The door is surprisingly unlocked. I almost don't recognize the room from the night before. It's trashed. Red solo cups all over the floor, spills and stains, hungover idiots asleep and sprinkled all over the room. I look around and spot a familiar pink dress on a table. I run up to it. There is also a bra with a ring of keys resting in one of the cups. That was easier than I thought. I'm ready to take the items and leave when I hear a loud groan. Shit. I rush towards the door and stop dead in my tracks when a drowsy voice calls, "Dara?"

I spin around and immediately recognize the light hair and piercings.

"Carson!" I approach him. "What are you still doing here?"

"Too drunk to go home, I guess," he chuckles a bit.

"Hey, uhm, sorry about last night. I didn't--"

"No, it's fine! I know how Harry's really protective over his girlfriends."

I can't breathe anymore. "I'm not... I'm not his girlfriend..." I correct him awkwardly.

"Oh, sorry, I thought--"

"It's fine, don't worry about it." Carson nods.

"Well, good thing you two aren't together," he speaks, taking away all the awkwardness. The tightness in my chest loosens. My heart flutters.

"Why?" I question.

" 'Cause!" he exclaims, as if there was something I was supposed to know. "Harry fucks a new girl every time he comes here..." I'm suffocating. "...that is, when he's not selling drugs."

This is just too much to take in at once. I wasn't expecting this. I'll admit, I was kind of expecting him to tell me he likes me... I'm such a dumbass. For that, and for thinking I was special in Harry's eyes. I know he told me that I was, but I thought I was the only girl he ever kissed and touched. I was wrong. And it's disgusting.

"Are you okay?... Dara?"

I snap back into reality, realizing I had just blanked out. "Uhm, yeah. I'm fine. I should get going, my friends waiting." I don't know why I said 'my friend'. He knows Ashleigh.

He looks down at the dress and grins. "Damn, that was quite a sight to see. Who know, Ashleigh Tanner, a part-time stripper."

I force a smile and say goodbye. I sprint down the lawn, and Ashleigh's already at her car. She doesn't look at me as I come near, and I see why.

'Suck my dick' is printed on the driver's window in what looks like Sharpie marker. Oh my God.

"These goddamn immature assholes," she remarks.

If I hadn't just received the news I got from Carson, right now I'd be trying my hardest not to laugh.

Notes

HEY! Long time, no see! Sorry for not updating in so long! MY WIFI IS BIPOLAR! Every time I try to write a chapter, the wifi stops and I have to wait for it to come back and then retype it! I AM SOOOO SORRY!!! But thank you for not shooting me, though.

Take note of the new character, Tiana, she's going to become a big part of this story. I'll add her to the character list. And I'm not adding Carson so this is him:


Isn't he hot?!?! LOL, I'll update as soon as I can. I LOVE YOU! BYE!

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