Heatache || Chapter Fifteen

Описание: I clutched onto the soft material of Maya's dress, trying to remember everything that happened last night. It was like I had memory loss. I couldn't even remember where I went. A frustrated sigh escaped my lips as I got up from the floor. Bringing the pieces of clothing with me, I opened my door, tip toeing over to Maya's bed room. I didn't want anyone to wake up because it was only 10 in the morning. I would be dead meat if my Mom was to wake up and find me in the hallway making all this ruckus.

The floor boards of the hallways creaked. My first instinct was to lift up my foot, to stop the dreadful noise that sounded like a bomb exploding compared to the quite house. I quickly lost my balance, smashing my head into the solid door. I felt my body crash onto the hard floor. The clothing I had in my hand tumble near the bed. I raised my arms up, resulting part of my body lifting up too. Looking around I realized I fell into Maya's room. My eye's shot over to the bed when 2 figures caught my eye.Two nude figures at that. Maya's topless body pressed against Justin's muscular chest, as her hands went through his sandy brown hair while his kept firmly on the small of her back. The covers glided over them, stopping at the middle of Maya's back. A grin plastered on Justin's face, and small giggles left Maya's mouth.

She quickly glanced over towards the door, her greens eyes starring at me like I was insane. Her laugh came to a harsh stop. My cheeks slowly turned a crimson red, embarrassed that I just walked in on my sister and her boyfriend naked.

"S-sor," I stuttered, trying to get words out of my mouth. You would think I would get up and leave, maybe even dash out the door but I couldn't even move. Embarrassment flooded my face, and that was all I could feel at the moment.

"Haley!" Maya screamed wanting to get up and slap me across the face, but if she moved, she would have to drag the covers along with her. Justin's face seemed like he was even more embarrassed as I was, but was that even possible?

"I-i..." More stutters escaped my mouth. Lifting my whole body up at once, I quickly ran out the door, slamming it shut behind me.

I slowly cursed to myself, walking inside my room. I need to go for a run. I need fresh air, I need to calm myself. I slowly brought my hand up to my cheek, still feeling slightly embarrassed.

I quickly ran to my wooden dresser, going through my draws looking for a Nike sports bra. After finally finding a teal one, I quickly changed, wearing tight, black shorts to match.

I tied the white Nike sneaker on my left foot, then got up and grabbed my Ipod. My fingers seeped into the smooth cover. I carefully closed my door, attempting not to make any noise. Jogging downstairs, I opened the front door, and stepped outside feeling the fresh air hit my face. The door shut harshly behind me. I cursed under my breath. Slowly shrugging, my feet dragged me against the black concrete.

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Who watched the VMA's? I did! Congratulations on winning best male music video Justin(:

Anyways, thinking about deleting this story:/ i'm getting bored of it, hmm, maybe I just need to get further into it? I don't know.

7+ comments? (:

Take that back, maybe I need more feedback and motivation? -___-

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