The next morning I rolled over in my bed and drowsily ran my fingers through my tangled hair. I sighed deeply. Snapshots of last night played through my mind as I tried to ignore the pounding in my head.
At least it's over now, I told myself even though I knew that wasn't true. Suddenly I felt something wrap around me and pin me to the bed. Startled, I let out a scream.
"What the hell are you doing?" A large hand clamped over my mouth in an instant. "What do you want my parents to think we're doing up here?"
The pounding in my head shifted to a pounding in my heart. I realized where I was now. I wasn't at home in my own bed. I was still in Shawn's bed. I had never went home after I brought Shawn to his house, I must've fallen asleep in his room.
I squirmed out of Shawn's grasp and flopped onto the hard floor. Shawn's looked down at me with a mix of confusion and annoyance on his face.
"Shit, Shawn. I need to go." I scrambled for my shoes and keys.
"Do you want something to eat before you head out?" He drowsily sat up and rubbed his eyes. If I hadn't been so panicked, I would've been swooning over his messy hair and morning voice.
"No," I said as I threw my hair up in a messy ponytail. "I never called my parents last night to tell them where I was; they're probably in cardiac arrest because I didn't come home."
Shawn got up out of bed. As I reached for the doorknob, he stepped in front of me and blocked the path.
"So we don't have time for morning sex?" he pouted.
"Shut up," I rolled my eyes and tried to move past him. "I really need to get home."
"Call me later then," he replied as he leaned in for a kiss. I completely rejected him and hurried out the door and down the stairs.
"If I'm not grounded for eternity," I called back at him.
I rushed out before I ran into Shawn's parents. I hoped they didn't see me. It would have been absolutely mortifying to be caught sneaking out of their son's bedroom, although they must have known someone was there because my car was parked in the driveway. But still, I didn't want them to assume anything happened. We had been completely innocent; I had just fallen asleep in his bed.
As I drove up to my house, my stomach jumped into my throat. There was a police car parked outside, along with Laur's car. She was here, too? I felt sick to my stomach. I parked my car on the other side of the road and reluctantly headed towards the house. What was I supposed to tell everyone? "Don't worry Mom and Dad, I wasn't kidnapped, I just decided to sleep over at Shawn Mendes's house after I found out he was drunk."
I quietly opened the front door, and I could hear yelling and crying in my living room. I awkwardly shuffled in. I was greeted by loud gasps and seven shocked faces.
"Good morning," I said, my voice practically a whisper.
No one said anything. A tense, awkward silence lingered in the air as everyone gawked at me. My father, who looked furious, had his arm around my mother, who was wiping the cheeks of her tear streaked face. Two police officers exchanged irritated glances. Laur was there too, with Lyall. I couldn't read the expressions on their faces. Did they know I had stayed with Shawn last night? They saw me leave with him, but did they assume that meant I was at his house this whole time? I made brief eye contact with Laur before quickly glancing away.
"Grace," my dad spoke first. His voice was firm and stern. "Where have you been?"
One of the police officers unhooked his radio from his belt and stepped into the next room, I assumed to contact the police station and tell him the missing girl had been found.
YOU ARE READING
"Stay away from Shawn Mendes." That's what everyone keeps telling Grace, who recently moved from the bustling New York City to the quiet town of Pickering, Canada. She has no trouble making new friends, but everyone she meets keeps telling her the...