The Death Of A Bachelor

I whimpered, grabbing my pounding head in my hands as soon as I gained consciousness. Squeezing my eyes closed, I rolled onto my stomach and pressed my face into my pillow to keep myself from vomiting. Stale alcohol filled my nostrils, not helping calm my churning stomach at all and the horrible aching of my thighs and lower back gave away that I hooked up with someone last night. Heaving out a long breath, I rolled back over onto my back and gasped when I collided into something warm and very unlike my best friend. Forcing my eyes open, I squinted to my right and felt even sicker when my blurred vision met the bare back of some guy. I held my breath, slowly rolling back onto my side and carefully rolling out of the queen-sized bed. Standing on the hard carpet of the hotel floor, I rubbed my forehead and sighed in relief when he didn’t move a muscle.

Biting my lip, I grimaced at my cotton mouth and grabbed the first pair of boxers on the floor I could find. I pulled them up my legs, ignoring the aches everywhere while my gaze drifted back to the bed. A messy mop of blonde hair met my eyes before I trailed my gaze down over his back. His arms folded underneath his head, showing off his toned biceps as well as all of the different ink coating his tan skin. I bit at my dry lip, letting my eyes linger on the large smiley tattooed into his right shoulder blade for a few seconds. The red and green colors splattered around it revealed that it is in fact a Blink 182 reference and I nodded in approval, almost patting myself on the back for hooking up with a hot guy that has a good taste in music.

Realization that I’m standing in the middle of a stranger’s hotel room hit me after another minute of waking up and I snapped out of my daze, scanning the purple and pink stripped carpet for my clothes. I bit my lip, scooping my leggings and cropped hoodie from the ground. I hurriedly pulled everything on, forgetting about finding my socks as I walked around in search of my phone. I stumbled into the edge of the bed, leaning down on it for a second when my vision dotted black. Sucking in a deep breath, I tried to ignore the pounding in my head and sickness churning in my stomach. Jesus Christ, I should’ve listened when to Jasmine when she told me to slow down. In my defense, it’s not everyday you get to go to Vegas for your best friend’s sister’s bachelorette party.

“Ugh.” I whined, feeling my thighs burn from my awkward bending.

I clutched the bed with my right hand and slowly crouched down, pressing my left hand into the floor to avoid falling while I checked underneath the bed. Relief filled me at the sight of my rose gold iPhone and I reached as far as I could, just barely able to pull it between my fingertips. I grinned in accomplishment, flipping it over in my hand to unlock the screen. The dim screen flashed with missed calls and texts, glowing red at twenty percent battery in the right corner. Cringing, I pushed myself back up onto my feet and swiped my finger across the screen. The messages loaded quickly and I looked over them quickly, lifting my left hand to cover my mouth.

From: Jaz, Gabbie,
J: where did u go
Received at 1:32am
J: jack
Received at 1:40am
J: damn bubby u b getting sum dik!! I c u
Received at 1:42am
J: im so drunk
ok be carfuls nd door unlofed whn yu com the rooms love yas
Received at 2:30am
G: you better use protection dammit I promised your mother you wouldn’t drink or get pregnant
Received at 2:45am
I smiled behind my hand, jumping a little at the breeze across my dimples. I frowned, rubbing at my face and feeling it everywhere I touched. Shaking my head, I rubbed at my eyes and pulled the hem of my hoodie down before running my free hand along the back of my thighs. The anxious feeling lightened up a bit when I felt no trace of cum and I took one last look around, biting my lip when I looked over my one-night-stand’s back again. Licking my lips, I clicked out of my messages and quickly snapped a picture of the scratches I left behind. The loud click made my heart jump in my throat and in my frenzy of rushing to turn my volume off, something shiny caught my eyes. I looked down at my hand out of instinct, freezing in place when I caught a glimpse of silver. Shoving my phone into my waistband, I moved my hands out in front of me and felt my heart jump into my throat as soon as my vision cleared.

“Oh my god.” I gaped, my stomach falling to my ass.

A silver, double-banded ring wrapped around my ring finger perfectly. Beautiful small diamonds embedded all around while one large rock stuck out in the center, taking all of my breath from my lungs. Looking over the sparkling jewelry I’ve never seen before, a nervous swarm of butterflies took over my upset stomach and before I could really think, I was back on the bed and leaning over the guy without a care this time. Yanking his arm from underneath him, I pulled at his wrist and held his hand up in front of my face. His fidgeting underneath me went ignored while my eyes caught the thick silver band around his own ring finger and I couldn’t stop the high-pitched scream from leaving my throat.

“Shut the fuck up.” A deep voice rasped, sending chills down my spine. “Fuckin’ Christ I can’t even see straight.”

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” I rambled, sitting up to hold my head. “Oh my god, oh my god-”

“Shut the fuck up.” He repeated, stopping my panicking when he rolled over beside me.

I froze, my cheeks burning up as soon as my gaze fell onto his face. His very attractive face. Biting my cheek, I looked over his jawline a third time before I took in the black rings through his plump bottom lip.

“Oh shit.” He muttered, rubbing at his light brown eyes. “How’d you get in here?”

“I’m pretty sure you brought me here.” I replied dumbly, crossing my legs underneath me.

He heaved a sigh, squinting his eyes open as he leaned up on his elbow. I blinked slowly, rolling my eyes as soon as he looked me up and down with his lip in between his teeth. Nodding his head, he licked his lips and sent me a lazy wink.

“Right.” He mumbled, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. “You wanna remind me how good of a fuck you were?”

I ignored the warmth spreading through my gut and forced myself to focus more on the uneasiness eating away at me, twisting my fingers over the ring awkwardly. Loud vibrating filled my ears and I looked up, watching him fumble around the covers for a few seconds before he was putting a white phone to his ear.

“Yo-” He greeted lazily, stopping as soon as loud yelling filled the silence.

I rolled my lips together, watching him while my ears tried to hear the words being spoken to him.

“Woah woah, what?” He asked incredulously, raising his eyebrows. “How much at the Jewelers?”

I popped my lips, feeling stuck in a daze while I lifted my hand up to meet his line of vision. I sat stiffly, watching his face pale while his left hand shot out to wrap around my wrist. I swallowed thickly, my heart jumping right back into my throat when his eyes widened to their limit. He choked on his spit, pulling my hand in front of his face closely for a few seconds before he dropped it.

“Oh shit.” He laughed nervously.

“Oh shit is an understatement.” I muttered, flushing when he ripped the blankets from his naked body.

“There’s a-a ring.” He stammered breathlessly, rummaging around everything on the floor while I stayed glued to the mess of sheets around me. “I don’t fuckin’ know, a fuckin’ big one Matthew! I don’t know if I- oh fuck I have one too.”

I sat still, listening to him curse and jump around while everything felt like it was going in slow motion around me. This can’t be real. This doesn’t happen in real life. I have to be getting pranked. I mean, I got trashed in my hotel room with my best friend and her sister’s whole bachelorette party and now I have a wedding band on my finger? It’s just like them to pull something like this on me after we were just talking about what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

“Documents? I don’t fuckin’ know, I was trashed.” He groaned, knocking me back into reality. “I am, I mean, he hasn’t gone anywhere yet.”

I brushed my hands through my hair while the churning in my stomach grew more intense. Wincing, I slipped off of the mattress and stood up. Searching the floor, I grabbed my moccasins and slipped them on my feet before pulling my own phone from my waistband. Breathing in slowly, I unlocked the screen and pulled up my contacts. I clicked on the most recent name, flickering my gaze back to his as soon as the ringing filled my ear. It went to voicemail quickly and I felt the panicky feeling start to come back when I looked back down at my finger. Flickering my gaze toward the dresser, crumpled papers came into view and I hurried over. Straightening them out, I skimmed the page and made out the wrinkled certificate while my mind blanked. I brought my nails to my lip and nervously picked at it, hesitantly turning and looking back into his good-looking face while he tossed his phone down.

“Oh my god, are we actually married?” I asked quietly, pinching my lip between my fingers.

“I uh, I have a feeling.” He nodded, biting at his lip rings while he ran his left hand along the side of his neck.

I covered my mouth, abandoning him in the small room as I bolted into the adjoining bathroom. I pushed the door closed, barely kneeling in time before I spilled my guts into the toilet bowl. Gagging harshly, water pooled in the corners of my eyes and I coughed hard. Grimacing, I wiped my mouth off on some toilet paper and flushed all of the remains of last night’s drinks down the drain. Standing back on my feet, I grabbed the complimentary mouthwash from the counter and dumped some into my mouth. After swishing around for a minute or so, I spit it out and pulled the bathroom door opened again. I immediately walked in on him pacing and leaned in the doorway, unsure of what to do next.

“Fuck, how old are you?” He asked, stopping to look at me.

“Nineteen.” I answered honestly, pulling my phone from my waistband again.

“Twenty-two.” He replied, sitting back down on the bed. “I don’t even know your name. Fuckin’ hell man.”

“It’s Jack.” I informed, focusing on unlocking my screen. “You?”

“Alex...” He trailed off, going quiet when I stared down at my phone.

I bit my lip and opened up snapchat, distracting myself from the real problems while I situated until he was in frame. He plopped down on the edge of the mattress and leaned his elbows over his bare knees while his plaid shirt stayed unbuttoned. I cocked my hip, snapping a picture and immediately saving it to my photos. If I wasn’t standing here in the middle of a crisis I’m still trying to understand, I’d probably insinuate round two again. Removing that thought from my mind, I typed out a quick caption of I married him? and sent it to both Jaz and Gabbie. I looked up, glancing back down just as quick when my phone vibrated in my hand barely a second later. I scoffed quietly, opening the app again when Gabbie’s name flashed along the top of the screen. The red square loaded quickly and I rolled my eyes at the fact that she answered my snap, but not Jaz’s phone when I called. Once it loaded fully, I noticed she sent me three in a row and pressed down on her icon. Instead of actual pictures back, it was a mini-series of black screens with her own captions that made my heart race out of my chest.

lmfao ur funny did u save that screen shot bc its cute
I would kill to marry alex gaskarth of all time low
are you coming back to the room now??

Notes

Got inspired to write something new and unlike everything else I've written so far?? It'll be interesting!

so Jack got himself married to a rockstar ;p