Adaline had never been the one for walk of shame after having a hot, drunken night with someone. She never regretted her decisions. But today was an exception.
Adaline moaned in delight as the boy who was straddling her waist dipped his head to her chest. He had gotten rid of her dress almost immediately and she was lying down half naked on a stranger’s bed, making out with the guy she practically loathed.
But Adaline didn’t care. As Prince said, he needed to forget, and Adaline did too. It was the perfect arrangement. Even then, as soft yet harsh lips collided with her throat, sucking and licking, Adaline still craved the touch of a certain grey-eyed boy.
When Prince collapsed next to her, panting and sweating, and slid his arm to her waist, Adaline subconsciously shifted away and Prince removed his arm. No words were exchanged after that as both of them soon fell asleep due to exhaustion after three (or four?) rounds of pleasure.
Adaline woke up to a loud crash and it took her a minute to adjust to her surroundings. The pounding headache came first and she had to shut her ears with her palms to reduce the ringing. The next thing she noticed was that she was naked, which wasn’t a huge surprise.
The surprise, however, was the half naked body of the boy next to her. Adaline felt her headache rising and the ringing in her ears got louder.
She had to get out of here, and soon.
Clumsily, Adaline picked up her dress and her bra and put them back on. She realised that she was still at Gael’s house and it took a huge amount of
control not to climb out of the window. She had embarrassed herself in front of that boy enough, walking out after having sex with her ex-boyfriend’s best friend was not something she wanted him, or anyone, to know.
Adaline opened the door of the bedroom carefully, making sure not to wake up the sleeping body in the room. She saved the awkward encounter for some other time. Right now, she just needed to get out of here.
Just when she thought she had successfully avoided everyone from her school, the host of the party came into her view. Adaline winced when he turned around and grinned.
“I’d ask you how the party was, but judging from the sounds coming out of my bedroom I’d say you enjoyed yourself. A lot.”
Adaline was surprised to find Gael still grinning at her instead of glaring at her for having sex on his bed. She gave him a weak smile and headed towards the mini bar, where he was standing.
“Can you get me a Jack and Coke?”
Gael raised his eyebrows. “Are you sure about that? You look pretty beaten up.”
Adaline nodded quickly. She needed a drink, fast. “Jack and Coke.”
Gael pulled out a bottle from behind the counter and started making the drink for her. Adaline kept glancing behind her where she had left the boy who was probably still sleeping. She cursed herself for being so reckless.
What will Michael think?
Adaline pushed her thoughts out of her mind as Gael handed her the drink. She gulped half of it in a single sip, and then thanked the Hispanic boy in front of her.
“I’ll not tell anyone, you know.”
Adaline raised her eyebrow at him and asked him to elaborate.
“About Prince, I’ll not tell anyone.”
Adaline closed her eyes. It was a mistake, it didn’t mean anything. She slowly looked up at Gael with piercing eyes.
“If you do, I’ll make sure you regret it.”
Gael laughed loudly, as if he was thoroughly entertained by the situation. “I was being honest when I said I won’t tell anyone. But threaten me once again, darling, and I’ll make sure Michael receives the news personally from me.”
Adaline could only nod at him as she gulped down the remaining of her drink. She didn’t look back when she made her way out of the house.
Prince groaned as his eyes opened. Too much alcohol and sex was never a good idea. He looked around to remember the events of last night, but nothing came to him.
The empty bed next to him confused him even more. He closed his eyes once again to come to his full senses. When he opened them, the bright light from the windows told him that he had slept through the day and probably missed school. He wasn’t complaining.
Prince got up from the bed and put his shirt over his shoulders and on his torso. He opened the door just as a memory floated in the back of his brain.
“I need to forget.”
Prince winced, still not remembering the full details of his one night stand. He walked through the corridors of the house. He knew it was Gael’s house, it was trashed from the party last night. Red cups and glitter covered every inch of the floor. Judging from the way his shoes stuck in the floor with every step, he was sure it would take a whole crew of cleaners to bring the house to its original state.
The said owner of the house came into Prince’s view. He was fast asleep on his couch and Prince felt an ounce of guilt as he realised that he probably had sex in his bedroom.
Prince went up to him and shook him lightly.
“Hey, man. Wake up.”
Gael stirred and muttered a few Spanish phrases to Prince. Prince was sure they were profanities but he couldn’t care less.
“Seriously dude, get up.” He shook him harder until Gael opened his eyes angrily.
“I need to talk to you.”
Gael rubbed his eyes and got up from the couch. “I think that’s something you need to do with Michael.”
Prince furrowed his eyebrows. “What’s Michael got to do with it?”
Gael looked at him astonished, and then he shook his head and chuckled.
“You don’t remember last night, do you?”
Gael was getting on Prince’s nerves purposely and the way the disheveled boy’s nostrils flared, he knew it was working.
“I was too drunk. Care to enlighten me?”
Gael grinned. “Your girlfriend ran away from here about an hour ago. She looked as messed up as you, if not more.”
Prince had had enough. “Look, either tell me who the girl was or I’ll make sure you never walk straight again.”
Gael shook his head in disdain, still smirking. “As I told your girlfriend, I don’t do well with threats. That being said, was Adaline as good as I have heard?”
That did it. Prince lunged at Gael and his fist collided with the other boy’s dark skin. Prince wasn’t sure why he reacted this way. Maybe it was because he was infuriated by Gael’s mocking, or maybe because he hated that had slept with Adaline West. Or maybe because he did not like the way Gael talked about her.
Gael looked unaffected by the punch. In fact he laughed his ass off, pleased by the reaction he got from Prince. And he continued laughing when the latter stormed out of his house.
Prince was sure it was karma playing games when his phone rang as soon as he sat in his car. The name Michael glared at him and he wondered if Adaline had already told him about last night. But he shook his head, she wouldn’t be so stupid.
Prince started his engine and drove out of Gael’s parking lot before he answered the call.
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me Adaline is back?”
Prince let out a breath. At least he didn’t know what had happened between them.
“I didn’t want to give you the bad news. It doesn’t matter that she’s back anyway. She’s still a bitch.”
Michael groaned. “Why did she come back? Did you talk to her?”
Oh we did more than talk.
Prince gulped nervously and he hated the effect Michael had on him. Prince was used to getting the upper hand in everything, but angering Michael made him nervous. Though, it wasn’t because he was scared of him. It was because he didn’t want to lose his best friend, that too over a girl who made his blood boil.
“She’s back for Cole. And if by talking you mean calling her a bitch, then yes I talked to her.”
Michael snorted. A year ago, he would have punched Prince in the face for talking about Adaline like that. But a lot had changed in a year.
And then Prince relaxed as he listened to Michael talk about his life in Los Angeles. From parties to girls, Michael was living the best life. He wouldn’t trade it for anything, except he couldn’t get a certain girl out of his mind. He shook his head. He wouldn’t go down that lane ever again.
Prince felt a tug at his chest as he listened to his best friend go on and on. He thought back to the times they both had had when he was in New York. The way they used to pick up girls from bars or have car races together. This was before Michael had paid attention to Adaline and had gotten obsessed by her, before he had started prioritising his relationship with her instead of his friendship with Prince.
And that’s why Prince hated Adaline.
And that’s why he interrupted Michael in mid-sentence.
“...so I went up to her and asked her if she wanted to-”
“Michael, I need to tell you something.”
Prince took a deep breath.
“I slept with Adaline.”
And then the line went dead.