-CHAPTER 12-

I woke up with the sun in my face. What time was it? I leaned over and glanced over at the alarm, but it was no longer on the bedside table.

I lay back, and my fingers touched something soft. I wound it around my fingers as I did my hair when I was thinking.

Someone groaned.

My eyes shot open and I sat up with lightening reflexes. Taylor lay next to me, half asleep.

"Oh shit!!" I screamed and he woke up.

"What?" he sat up groggily and wiped his eyes.

"Oh Mother of God!" I shrieked and I nearly fell out of bed.

His eyes opened and he was fully awake as he looked up at me.

I looked down and realized I wore only my black dress which was sitting on my hips. I yanked the top cover off the bed and wrapped it around me. Oh God, this couldn't be happening. I wrapped the sheet tight and tied it.

He was awake now, blathering on. "Oh my God, Kris, I never thought that I would-"

I grew hysterical. "Me either! Oh my God, Taylor!"

"I don't know what got into me." he said and got up, but he was stark naked.

I covered my eyes. "Cover yourself." I moaned. "Oh my God. My God."

He came over and grasped my arms and held me still. I felt like keeling over. "Kris, I-"

I shook him off and grabbed his clothes. "Get dressed! Now!"

He caught the clothes I threw at him. "Listen, Kristen, please understand that I would never have-"

I searched for my suitcase, but it seemed to have majically disappeared. "Oh my God." I mumbled to myself. I couldn't find my suitcase. God dammit!

He came up and held me by the arms. I saw that he had pulled his shirt on. "Listen, Kristen, I never knew this, but I lo-"

I clapped my hands over his mouth. "You love that Taylor chick!"

He shook his head. "Mmmf bbft."

I shook my head, glaring into his face. "You love her. Not me." I pulled my hands off his lips and continued to search for my suitcase. "You're getting married. I'm going home to Australia and we're all going to forget this, okay?" I turned around, trying to remember where I stashed my case. "Oh my God, what got into me?"

"Kristen, maybe this could work!"

I shook my head and threw open my closet. There! My suitcase! I pulled it out and flung it open. I kneeled down and dug through my case to find some clothes to throw on. "Like hell it will."

"We could try."

I spun around, holding a tie-dye skirt and tee. "No!" I yelled at him, my eyes near tearing point. "No." I stood and advanced on him, poking him in the chest. "No. You are engaged. You will marry that girl. And I won't be the girl who comes when you call."

He just stared down at me. "I..."

I blinked and ignored the tickling sensation running down my face. "Get dressed. Now." I stalked to my bathroom and slammed the door.

I looked at my reflection and sighed miserably. I didn't need this. I never meant to do this. "I didn't want this to happen." I whispered. I felt sick. I changed quickly and came back out. He sat on the bed and pulled his shoes on.

I grabbed his wallet and car keys and threw them at him. "Go. Just go."

He just picked them up and quietly left.

I collapsed into a chair. A red Coca Cola can sat on the table, as if mocking me. I flung it away angrily.

What have I done?