skater boy - sapnap

chapter 6- calm after the storm

i wake up with a pounding headache and tucked into my own bed. the morning light streaming through my windows burns my eyes, and i tightly shut them again. my memory from last night is pretty hazy- so hazy that i can't recall how i got home. i can only remember a couple of snippets from last night: talking to two girls throughout the night without learning their names, drinking until i went numb, making out with sapnap-

my eyes snap back open widely at my own thoughts, my heart hammering in my chest.

making out with..?

i roll over quickly and gaze at my phone. it's bright and early, only 8 AM, and i realize that it's monday, meaning i have work at noon. i grunt, trying to focus on the fact that i have work in four hours rather than the fact that i hooked up with my arch nemesis last night.

how the hell did that even happen?

my fingertips instinctively raise to my mouth to graze my lips, the exact area sapnap kissed with such fervent passion last night. i feel like i can still taste him, feel his teeth against my neck, his warm fingers dragging against my thigh...

snap out of it!

i shut my eyes once again, trying to block the mental image out of my mind.

but the mental image is there, as if printed onto the back of my eyelids. us trying to stay quiet as he kisses my neck, and-

my neck.

oh god.

i jump out of bed, getting a terrible head rush as i do. i run to my bathroom mirror and immediately pull all my hair into a ponytail. my eyes trail up and down my neck, examining it for any signs of discoloration or marks. but just as he promised, sapnap left nothing. i breathe a long sigh of relief, then leave the bathroom and go downstairs.

i don't know why i'm surprised to see noel sitting in the kitchen waiting for me.

"morning," i say half-heartedly.

"ready to explain what happened last night?" he asks. i grimace.

"straight to the point, are we?"

"cassia."

i look at his face, the absence of my nickname worrying me slightly. he doesn't look angry or upset, but concerned. i exhale slowly as i sit next to him.

"what do you mean? i went to a party and got drunk. that's it," i say innocently.

"my dear sister, your lip gloss was smeared, your hair was a mess, and you were slightly out of breath," he shoots back. "now let's try this again: are you ready to explain what happened last night?"

my eyes trail off to my feet as i rub the back of my neck.

"do you swear not to tell anyone?" i mutter.

"anyone?" he smiles playfully.

"anyone. this isn't a joke, noel."

"i can't even tell mom?"

"especially not mom!"

"relax, i'm kidding. what happened?"

i explain what happened last night, refusing to maintain eye contact the whole time. i don't want to see the look of disappointment in noel's eyes when i tell him i hooked up with the guy i hate most in the world.

when i'm done telling the story, i look up at him, and his mouth hands open in shock.

"you..." he rubs his eyes. "kissed sapnap?"

"more than kissed."

"ew!"

"not like that! but... i wouldn't... say it was just a sweet little peck on the cheek."