Chapter 12 - Blair
In my dream, an annoying song is playing. It’s loud and too high-pitched and hurting my head, but I can’t figure out where it’s coming from.
I groan and roll over, drifting halfway between the dream and waking up.
The song doesn’t fade with the dream, and in a moment of clarity, I realize my phone is ringing.
With a croaky groan of complaint, I reach for my phone.
It’s Sam.
But I miss the call.
Unlocking my phone, I see several missed calls from last night and this morning, along with a bunch of messages.
Where are you?
Did you leave?
Hey, answer me. I’m worried.
Shit.
Shit shit shit.
While I’m reading last night’s texts, another one comes in.
If you don’t answer the phone, I’m calling the police. Where are you!?
I quickly type out a response.
I’m so sorry! I’m home. I’m okay. I guess I drank too much and left without saying anything. I didn’t even think about it!
I hit send and swallow dryly. I need water. My throat feels like a desert.
I can’t believe I didn’t even say goodbye to them.
Wait. Simon arrived. He took me home after that guy was so pushy. Oh, my word, the car!
Oh, my word, I climbed right onto his lap and…
And he said no.
He said no after he found out I was a virgin!
It all comes rushing back to me, and my cheeks ignite with embarrassment.
My phone chimes with a new message.
You are in so much trouble. I was worried sick. I’m glad you are safe and home, though. Don’t ever do that again. Now go and drink lots of water and eat some bacon and egg or something. You must be hungover.
I reply,I’m so sorry again! I definitely need lots of water. Goodness me. Thank you for looking out for me. Love you!
Setting my phone down on my bedside table, and I pull the blankets off myself and notice that I’m still wearing my black dress from last night. So, I just came straight to bed? Or Simon put me in my own bed. I guess he was making it clear as day that nothing was going to happen between us. From what I remember, I was practically throwing myself at him.
Did he not want me because I’m a virgin? Did that put him off?
Sitting up makes my head throb. Lifting my hand, I rub my fingers into my temples, groaning out loud with regret.
