Last night? {Skylar!}

Courtland Stephens

I was lying on the ground. Not on a bed, or a couch of some sort, but the floor. This is great, just great. I felt so utterly exhausted, too; like every drop of energy had been drained from my system. I didn't even feel like opening my eyes.

My hands wandered the floor, trying to get an idea of where I might be. The ground was carpeted, but there a bunch of houses in the district that have carpet in them. I sighed. This was getting me no where. My parents are going to be wondering where I am. Oh wait, no they aren't because apparently I don't really matter as much as I used to. Whatever.

That's when my hand brushed something that wasn't carpet. My eyes snapped open and I shot upright, ignoring the ache in my back from sleeping on the ground. My head turned slowly to my right, just to see a very attractive dark haired boy. Oh no. What on earth happened last night? Where the hell am I? I frantically glanced around, seeing that I was in a living room of some sort.

There was a beat up tan couch pushed up against one of the white painted walls. Right across from the couch was a small TV, probably used for watching the Games, and that was all that decorated the room. Trash was scattered everywhere. Cups, chips, bags of chips, bowls, shoes, underwear, bra, a t-shirt, shorts, wait a minute. I have some clothes that look just like that! I looked down at myself to see the worst of all the horrors. I was butt naked. I cursed loudly, but then looked nervously over at the boy. He stirred, but did not awake. Thank God.

I scrambled over to gather my clothes and put them back on. My heart pounded straight through my chest. I didn't mind waking up in random places as long as I knew where I was. This was scary. I could be anywhere, and who was that boy? I looked over my shoulder at him again and a shiver went through me. Did I do what I'm thinking I did? Surely not, sex at parties wasn't really my thing. I could have been wasted out of my mind, though.

Just as I thought of myself being wasted, I felt my stomach twist into a knot. I groaned and dropped to my knees. Sweat beaded on the hairline of my forehead and goosebumps rose on my arms. Then before I even knew what was going on, I puked all over the floor. When I was done throwing up, I dry heaved for about five minutes. Tears spilled out of my eyes before I could stop them. I was grateful that the boy was asleep still. I hated when anyone saw me weak like this, especially boys.

I was greatly disoriented, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't recall anything that had happened last night. I remember wandering the streets as I usually do at night looking for something to do, and finding a house. Was it this house? My head pounded from the unusual use of my brain. I sighed, I could just get out of here, find my way home, and pretend this never happened. That was my best and only option.

I got up, and swept my eyes across the room, making sure I wasn't leaving anything behind in this strange house. My eyes lingered on the boy. He was really really cute. Cuter than most of the douche bags of District Two. Even if I did do it with him, I have no regrets. Although, it would have been nice to remember it. Gosh, what happened last night?

I shook my head and turned to leave, but then I heard the boy mumble something. I spun around, horrified to see him wide awake. Shit!