Fatal Flaws

"Bex, Hayden, wake your lazy asses up. I'm hungry and we're ready to go home. " Skylar's whiny voice carries through the thick door. My eyes open, as her fist connects with the door again, resulting in a loud thud echoing through the room.

"Hayden, get off me and get dressed!" I hiss, trying to keep my voice low so no one else hears. I'm drenched in sweat from the weight of his bare body pressed against me.

"Ugh," he grumbles as I shove his arm off me, jumping out of bed completely naked. Half asleep, I rush around, gathering my clothes from the floor. Picking my sweatpants up, I shake the wrinkles out, before sliding them on. I snatch up the first T-shirt I see from the floor. I'm not in the mood to put my panties or bra on, so I wad them up, tossing them into my open suitcase.

My eyes rake over his body, the sunlight bouncing off his tan skin as he sits up. I can tell he's not awake yet, rubbing his eyes, and stretching upwards. I'm reassured of our actions from the previous night when he throws the comforter off him. Seeing him like this in the light brings the memories flooding back.

"See something you like?" he asks, catching me red-handed, staring at him. Not waiting for an answer, he grabs his pants off the floor, not caring about the wrinkles. He throws them on, also opting not to wear underwear this morning. Despite him catching me, I can't help but continue staring at him. Even when he's not aroused, he's still quite large. I tear my eyes away from him as he shimmies his pants up over his hips. I have to stop myself from starting something we can't finish. Another loud knock disturbs my naughty thoughts. Annoyed, Hayden storms over to the door, throwing it open.

"What the hell" Skylar barks as the door opens wide enough for her to come barging through.

"I was in the bathroom and sleeping beauty over there wouldn't get up," I joked weakly, pointing to Hayden. Who was frantically searching for a shirt. Skylar's eyes travel around the room. Suddenly they grow wider, a weird expression etched across her face.

"Why is only one bed messed up? And are you wearing his shirt?" she questions, pointing towards my chest. I glance down quickly realizing my mistake. I had grabbed his shirt instead of mine. That explains why he's still sitting on the bed with his bare chest out. Realizing what shirt I had on I moved my hands down, trying to cover the nut stains along the bottom. A sudden feeling of disgust washes over me. I hadn't even thought about us cleaning ourselves until that exact moment.

"Girl, you know I make my bed as soon as I wake up," I mumble, playing it off. It's not a lie. I make my bed at the dorm every day. I'm used to doing it. That was one rule my mother insisted I follow every day.

"Plus, last night I took a fast shower. When I got out, he was sleeping. I didn't want to wake him so I grabbed something and threw it on in the dark," I inform her, shrugging my shoulders. I'm acting cool on the outside, but inside I'm freaking out. I hope she believes me. It seems like a logical enough explanation to me. Last night I didn't have any regrets, but now that she's standing in front of me, I can't help but feel guilty.

"I guess, whatever. Grab your stuff and let's go. I'm starving," she huffs, her hand resting on her hip. "Also, give me your keys so we can start loading everything up," she demands. Her eyes glued in Hayden's direction. He's given up on finding his shirt as he points to where his keys sit on the nightstand. Without saying another word, she snatches them, bolting out the door.

It's hard to ignore the awkwardness between us while packing the rest of our belongings. When we reach the car, they're already seated with everything crammed in the trunk.

The ride back to campus is extremely, quiet. Everyone seems to be in a trance,  hopefully still half asleep Fingers crossed, they're just worn out from the trip, and no one suspects anything. I'm thankful for the silence. I need this quiet time to reflect on my decisions, to figure out what to say to Hayden. He hasn't spoken to me since we woke up this morning. I don't know how he feels about it. He probably regrets it. Or perhaps it was just another random hook-up to him. I'm sitting here stressing and it's no big deal to him.