17| Aftermath

I woke up the next morning of my own accord. Ryan did not come wake me; although, when I glanced at the clock it read only 8:30. It was unlike me to be awake so early without an alarm. That's when I heard the shouting coming from the living room, and the slam of a door. I supposed the ruckus is what woke me up, and it didn't sound good.

I wasn't sure if I should head out into the living room or not, but the nosey part of me won over. I threw back my covers, eagerly hopping out of bed.

I stumbled a bit on my ankle, forgetting momentarily what had happened last night as I made my way to the bathroom.

"Oh god..." I muttered as I looked at my unkempt appearance in the mirror. After feeling the soreness of my ankle and seeing the bandaid on my elbow, the events of last night came rushing back. I had scared off a perfectly decent guy, accidentally flashed Alec, and then ungracefully pancaked out onto the floor. Could I have been any more of an embarrassing human?

After finger-combing my hai