Escaping Grace

I had the worst headache ever.
I squeezed my eyes, wanting to groan. What the hell did I drink last night? I wondered, feeling overly warm.
I stretched, and then frowned, feeling a weight on my waist. Probably blankets, I yawned. I creaked open my eyes, wondering how much longer I could sleep before I had to get up ---.
I sat up abruptly, clutching the sheet to my chest. What the fuck did I do? I looked over, seeing Andy still asleep on his stomach, his arm slung around my waist.
I stared at him for a moment in panic. I'd slept with him. Oh my god what the fuck?
My brow furrowed as I tried to remember the details, but right now all my brain could do was ache. I had to get out of here.
I gingerly slipped out of the bed and into the floor, where I started searching for my clothes. After a few frantic minutes I had them halfway on, and I glanced at the bed as he stretched his arm out, as if searching for me. I grabbed my boots in one hand and crept out into the livingroom, nearly tripping over a stool.
"Fuck," I muttered; I didn't remember that being there.
I buttoned my jeans and pulled my t shirt on, and grabbed my phone off the counter. I slipped my boots on and glanced at the clock. It was 7 AM, and I was literally about to do the run of shame.
And I didn't normally run, but I didn't want to do the awkward morning thing and what if he didn't even do the morning thing? What if, if ----.
I shut my brain off as my panic began to rise. If I wanted to freak out about this, I should have done it the night before. Now was not the time to be anxious.
I took a deep, calm breath. Good, now all you have to do is leave.
I patted my pocket, feeling my case and my phone, and headed for the door. I glanced back as I heard something, amd felt panic rise again. I didn't do one night stands, so I definitely didn't the morning after.
I hastily unlocked the door and stepped outside, shutting it tightly behind me. I started down the steps onto the street, trying not to fall on my face.
I heard laughter behind me and glanced back, and nearly tripped. Ashley and Jinxx were walking towards Andys apartment, but so far they hadn't seen me.
It flitted across my mind that they'd actually had an early morning too.
I quickened my pace until I was around the corner, and let my breath go. Now all I needed was a cab.
An hour later I was crawling into my apartment building, and climbing all of the ungodly stairs since the elevator never worked. I made it to our floor, huffing as usual, and reached for my keys.
Where were my keys?!
I flailed, patting myself, but I didn't have them. I put them on last night! I know I did. When did I lose them? My brow furrowed. Oh. Shit. I covered my face.
My keys were at Andys.
Please be up, Vale, I thought, walking to my door. I tried to knob, but it was locked.
THE ONE TIME SHE ACTUALLY LOCKS THE DOOR.
I ran my hands through my hair in aggravation. I guess I would just beat on it until she got up.
I raised my fist to hit it --- and suddenly the door was being flung open.
CC and I stared at each other.
Startled, I took a step back.
Did Vale sleep with him?

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