Maybe I'm the One You Like
You have a moan all of your own.
Peyton’s Point of View
The sunlight was blinding me before I could even open my eyes.
My forehead was pulsating uncomfortably from what I quickly learned was the vicious hangover I was about to experience all day, and I cursed myself internally for letting myself lose control last night and drink way too much of whatever Rian kept pouring me. Every movement I made caused my joints to ache, and I groaned as I threw my arm across my forehead, attempting to block out the light. My fingers brushed against what felt like hair, and I froze. That wasn’t my hair.
I wasn’t alone.
Quickly I glanced over to my left and gasped at the shirtless, sleeping figure lying next to me.
One look under sheets confirmed that neither of us were clothed to any extent and suddenly I felt a wave of nausea wash over me that I was almost positive wasn’t alcohol induced.
Thankfully, Alex was still asleep.
How could I have let this happen? I had been so adamant on delaying this until I was absolutely sure how I felt. Yet I go out once and this happens? Suddenly the blankets felt like they were smothering me.
Slowly, as to not wake Alex, I reached down and grabbed my clothes that were scattered across the floor of what I could only assume was a guest room in Jack’s house. I quickly slid my bra and underwear back on and squeezed into my jeans from the night before; sighing as I tried to button them over my vodka induced bloated stomach. I momentarily debated throwing on Alex’s t-shirt instead of my crop top yet quickly decided against it, not wanting to make the current situation even worse. After pausing a moment to make sure the room had stopped spinning I grabbed my sneakers and slipped out the door.
Jack’s house was a chaotic mess, as I had assumed it would be, but I couldn’t even think about helping him clean up until I had some kind of food in my system. I trudged down the stairs and past the array of red cups and garbage littering the living room, and into the kitchen. One glance around the counters covered in mysterious liquids told me I wasn’t going to find anything appetizing, and after another wave of nausea hit I quickly sat down on one of the bar stools and dropped my head into my hands, willing myself to at least wait until I was home to get sick.
“You look rough.”
I jumped and lifted my head an inch to see Megan entering the kitchen wearing one of Jack’s shirts and a pair of his gym shorts. “Here,” she said, tossing me another t-shirt. “The last thing you probably want to wear is the ‘outfit of regret.’”
“Thank you,” I breathed as I slid the shirt over my head.
“No problem,” she shrugged as she slid onto the stool beside me. “So what are you still doing here? Ri and I hardly saw you after we loosened you up a bit. I assumed you left; I didn’t see much of you for the rest of the night.”
“I didn’t leave,” I muttered, “but I wish I had.”
“Oooh, what happened?” Megan pressed, before hopping up from her stool. “I’m going to get us some coffee and food and then I want all the details. As your newest best friend I am entitled to a play-by-play of your night.”
I couldn’t help but snort at the thought and graciously nodded as I watched her start the coffee maker. “I’ll tell you because I need to talk to someone,” I admitted. “But you can’t tell anyone. You’re my first and best girl friend here and I need to know I can trust you.” She nodded vigorously and I took a deep breath before blurting out, “I slept with Alex.”
“You WHAT?” Megan all but screamed, and I groaned before dropping my head back in my hands. “Did he force you? Do you remember any of it? Oh God, you gave consent right? I swear, if he so much as-”
“Stop,” I interjected. “If you could stop yelling so loud, I’ll explain.”
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“Dance with me first,” Alex slurred as he not so subtly looked me up and down. “You’re looking way too good to hang out with girls all night.”
“Such a charmer,” I mumbled with an eye roll. “But I guess I’ll humor you.” I wrapped my arms around his neck hesitantly and he stumbled closer, drunkenly attempting to sway to the music.
“M’glad you humor me. ’Cause I like havin’ you around,” Alex murmured as his face became increasingly closer to mine. I found myself staring at his lips, making myself nervous.
“I think I like being around,” I whispered. “Fuck, you really are quite the charmer.”
“What’re you gonna do about it?” he smirked, and my heart instantly leapt into my throat.
“What are you gonna do to me about it?”
Before I could wrap my head around what was happening his lips came crashing into mine. I gasped and felt the two of us melt together seamlessly, as if this wasn’t the first time I had kissed an egotistical asshole. His hands slid their way down my body slowly before slipping into my back pockets. After a moment he quickly pulled away and brushed his sweat slicked bangs out of his face.
“I don’t want you to be mad at me in the morning,” he mumbled. “But fuck, Peyton, I-”
Before he could answer I made the decision to the question I knew was coming and tugged on his hand, pulling him toward the staircase. “Are you sure?” he asked, the look on his face not only concerned but also excited, like a puppy receiving a new toy. “I want to. But I don’t want you to hate me. But I wanna…” he paused before giggling and scrambled the rest of the way up the stairs. “Come on, Peyt,” he said as he pulled me into a bedroom and locked the door. “No one will bother us here.” He kissed me again as he picked me up, and I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist before he tossed both of us down onto the bed. As much as I knew I would regret this in less than ten hours, the only thing I could focus on was Alex’s soft lips pressing themselves all over my body. And so, in a drunken stupor, I gave in.
The sunlight was blinding me before I could even open my eyes.
My forehead was pulsating uncomfortably from what I quickly learned was the vicious hangover I was about to experience all day, and I cursed myself internally for letting myself lose control last night and drink way too much of whatever Rian kept pouring me. Every movement I made caused my joints to ache, and I groaned as I threw my arm across my forehead, attempting to block out the light. My fingers brushed against what felt like hair, and I froze. That wasn’t my hair.
I wasn’t alone.
Quickly I glanced over to my left and gasped at the shirtless, sleeping figure lying next to me.
One look under sheets confirmed that neither of us were clothed to any extent and suddenly I felt a wave of nausea wash over me that I was almost positive wasn’t alcohol induced.
Thankfully, Alex was still asleep.
How could I have let this happen? I had been so adamant on delaying this until I was absolutely sure how I felt. Yet I go out once and this happens? Suddenly the blankets felt like they were smothering me.
Slowly, as to not wake Alex, I reached down and grabbed my clothes that were scattered across the floor of what I could only assume was a guest room in Jack’s house. I quickly slid my bra and underwear back on and squeezed into my jeans from the night before; sighing as I tried to button them over my vodka induced bloated stomach. I momentarily debated throwing on Alex’s t-shirt instead of my crop top yet quickly decided against it, not wanting to make the current situation even worse. After pausing a moment to make sure the room had stopped spinning I grabbed my sneakers and slipped out the door.
Jack’s house was a chaotic mess, as I had assumed it would be, but I couldn’t even think about helping him clean up until I had some kind of food in my system. I trudged down the stairs and past the array of red cups and garbage littering the living room, and into the kitchen. One glance around the counters covered in mysterious liquids told me I wasn’t going to find anything appetizing, and after another wave of nausea hit I quickly sat down on one of the bar stools and dropped my head into my hands, willing myself to at least wait until I was home to get sick.
“You look rough.”
I jumped and lifted my head an inch to see Megan entering the kitchen wearing one of Jack’s shirts and a pair of his gym shorts. “Here,” she said, tossing me another t-shirt. “The last thing you probably want to wear is the ‘outfit of regret.’”
“Thank you,” I breathed as I slid the shirt over my head.
“No problem,” she shrugged as she slid onto the stool beside me. “So what are you still doing here? Ri and I hardly saw you after we loosened you up a bit. I assumed you left; I didn’t see much of you for the rest of the night.”
“I didn’t leave,” I muttered, “but I wish I had.”
“Oooh, what happened?” Megan pressed, before hopping up from her stool. “I’m going to get us some coffee and food and then I want all the details. As your newest best friend I am entitled to a play-by-play of your night.”
I couldn’t help but snort at the thought and graciously nodded as I watched her start the coffee maker. “I’ll tell you because I need to talk to someone,” I admitted. “But you can’t tell anyone. You’re my first and best girl friend here and I need to know I can trust you.” She nodded vigorously and I took a deep breath before blurting out, “I slept with Alex.”
“You WHAT?” Megan all but screamed, and I groaned before dropping my head back in my hands. “Did he force you? Do you remember any of it? Oh God, you gave consent right? I swear, if he so much as-”
“Stop,” I interjected. “If you could stop yelling so loud, I’ll explain.”
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“Dance with me first,” Alex slurred as he not so subtly looked me up and down. “You’re looking way too good to hang out with girls all night.”
“Such a charmer,” I mumbled with an eye roll. “But I guess I’ll humor you.” I wrapped my arms around his neck hesitantly and he stumbled closer, drunkenly attempting to sway to the music.
“M’glad you humor me. ’Cause I like havin’ you around,” Alex murmured as his face became increasingly closer to mine. I found myself staring at his lips, making myself nervous.
“I think I like being around,” I whispered. “Fuck, you really are quite the charmer.”
“What’re you gonna do about it?” he smirked, and my heart instantly leapt into my throat.
“What are you gonna do to me about it?”
Before I could wrap my head around what was happening his lips came crashing into mine. I gasped and felt the two of us melt together seamlessly, as if this wasn’t the first time I had kissed an egotistical asshole. His hands slid their way down my body slowly before slipping into my back pockets. After a moment he quickly pulled away and brushed his sweat slicked bangs out of his face.
“I don’t want you to be mad at me in the morning,” he mumbled. “But fuck, Peyton, I-”
Before he could answer I made the decision to the question I knew was coming and tugged on his hand, pulling him toward the staircase. “Are you sure?” he asked, the look on his face not only concerned but also excited, like a puppy receiving a new toy. “I want to. But I don’t want you to hate me. But I wanna…” he paused before giggling and scrambled the rest of the way up the stairs. “Come on, Peyt,” he said as he pulled me into a bedroom and locked the door. “No one will bother us here.” He kissed me again as he picked me up, and I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist before he tossed both of us down onto the bed. As much as I knew I would regret this in less than ten hours, the only thing I could focus on was Alex’s soft lips pressing themselves all over my body. And so, in a drunken stupor, I gave in.
Notes
I had this chapter all written out, and my laptop deleted it, among with several other chapters. I've been trying super hard to rewrite them the same way if not better, I'm sorry for all the delays but I should but updating more frequently this month! Also grad school is still hardcore kicking my ass so I'm also sorry if this chapter feels a bit rushed. Thank you all for sticking with me :)
Ohhh my god I can’t believe Peyt’s acting like it didn’t happen. Also thanks for getting rid of fucking Teddy, we love that for Peyton. Anyway I need more, and so does the rest of the world!
3/9/20