A Real Disaster

Chapter Six



The first thing I noticed the next morning was the fact that I was hunched over the garbage can. I had been throwing up God knows what all night.

My body ached, more than it did before, and I winced as I sat up, stretching. My body was sticky with sweat and God knows what else. I think it’s time to shower, I told myself and forced myself to sit up. Grabbing my robe, I slipped my arms through and wrapped it tightly around my naked body.

A second later the door to my room opened and Sabrina came sauntering in. Her makeup was smeared and her hair was matted in different places.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” I asked as I stared at her.

She carried her shoes in her hand and padded into the room in dirty, bare feet.

“I’m fine,” Sabrina said.

She plopped down on the bed and stared at me.

“The night was amazing, one of the best nights that I’ve had in a while.”

She eyed me carefully.

“And what about you? Turner said you went home early?”

“Yeah I wasn’t feeling well.”

I opted to leave out the part about Nash walking me back to the dorm. I didn’t need to be part of the rumor mill.

“I’m not used to drinking and I think I had too much last night. When I got back to the dorm I threw up and then went straight to bed.”

The story wasn’t a complete lie but it wasn’t exactly the truth either. I couldn’t help but think about Nash hitting on me. It wasn’t something I was used to. While Nash was worried about getting me naked, Turner just wanted to jam out at the concert.

“That sucks,” Sabrina said and I let out a sigh of relief. “Turner was bummed too. He was having a lot of fun with you last night.”

“He was?” I asked, surprised. “How do you know?”

“He told me when I bumped into him. He thought that it was his fault you left or something.”

“He did?”

“Yeah, but I told him that it wasn’t the reason. I mean I don’t know you that well but I figured that you wouldn’t just leave a date for no good reason.”

“Well… Thanks.”

I smiled at Sabrina all the while I feeling like I was being punched in the gut. Although I didn’t intend on going home with anyone, it still happened. While I was getting hit on by the enemy, Turner was worried about me and the date. This was a real disaster.

The two guys that actually show interest in me just had to be enemies from the beginning.

“No problem.”

“Well I need to go take a shower,” I said and grabbed my shower caddy.

“Lunch later?” Sabrina asked.

I nodded, not really listening. Too much was on my mind.

“Sure, whatever.”

I quickly exited the room.

Once in the shower, I turned the water on as hot as I could and stood under the needles. I let the water rush over me as I thought about Nash and Turner. As mean as Turner painted Nash, there was a part of him that was honest, genuine, and caring. He did walk me back to my dorm.

And he also thought I was sexy... Then there was Turner. He was fun, exciting, and always knew how to laugh. Our first date started off great and I was sure it would have ended just as great if I hadn’t gotten sick. I wanted to get to know Turner better.

So there I was, alone in the shower, wondering how in the world I had managed to get myself into the predicament that I was in. How did a girl, who came to college knowing nothing about relationships, of guys in general, manage to get involved with not just one but two guys? Sworn enemies to that fact?