And then he realized that he was naked under the sheet that cover him. And so was she.
Vague flashes of the previous night came back to him. He jumped up and away from her in shock. And promptly fell off the pool table with a loud thud.
The sound woke Brooklynn, and as Scott stood back up the two just stared at each other. He with wide eyed disbelief, her with a gentle smile.
“Morning stud,” she stretched as she wrapped the sheet around her small form.
“I….you…we…” Scott stammered for a moment before her nonchalant smile made him angry. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME LAST NIGHT?!”
She laughed easily. “Nothing you didn’t enjoy, lover.”
His jaw dropped in indignation. “You raped me…didn’t you!!!”
“Hardly…you can’t rape the willing, Scotty boy,” she shrugged simply.
“I was not willing! I would never…” he struggled to pull his boxers back on.
“You started it! You kissed me.”
“Well…you…you put your tongue in my mouth! You didn’t have to do that!”
“You pushed me onto the pool table!” she hopped off the table, the sheet still covering her naked form.
“You took my pants off!!”
“You let me…and I was wrong…you are far from tiny,” she sauntered toward him seductively, hoping for another go.
“Really?” he smiled then shook himself back into reality. “That’s beside the point!! I was drunk…you took advantage of a drunken man!!” he was now full clothed and beginning to feel sick.
He’d lost his virginity. On a pool table. To Brooklynn. And he could barely remember any of it.
“You are so full of it! You wanted me just as much as I wanted you!” she yelled forcefully. “Just admit it, Scott—you wanted me so bad last night that you couldn’t control yourself. That’s why your mad. You aren’t mad at me, your mad at yourself!”
“You knew…you know how important it was for me to wait, and you still did it anyway!”
“It takes two to tango, you aren’t the innocent victim here! You initiated everything and you didn’t try and stop me once…if it mattered that much to you, you would’ve been able to say no!”
“I drank too much…I’m a lightweight, I don’t drink and you know that and you still…you had sex with me anyway…I wanted to wait…for the right girl, at the right time.”
“Maybe it was with the right girl but the timing was a little off,” she offered hopefully.
“What?”
“Don’t you see? The fact that what happened between us last night—that inability to stay away from one another—it shows there more going on here than we both anticipated. You love me, Scott,”
“I don’t love you! We didn’t make love last night…we fucked. It was lust—the result of you being too damn gorgeous for me to resist after a couple of beers. I did not want to lose my virginity like this…not to you!” he shouted.
Tears stung her eyes. His words cut her heart like a knife. “Scott, I never…I didn’t think…you weren’t that drunk!”
“Save it. You ought to be pleased with yourself—you managed to get what you wanted all along. You had your way with me for one night. And I hope that one night was worth it because I never want to see or talk to you ever again!” his voice was as cold as steel.
He walked out of the room and slammed the door roughly behind him.
Scott felt like screaming and crying all at once. He was so angry at her. She thought of nobody but herself and what she wanted at the time. And at the same time he was angry at himself. Years of dedication gone. The one thing that was truly left of his to give, taken after a few drinks and his inability to control his instincts.
He got into his car and started it up. He drove fast, with his CD player blaring loudly.
‘Now what….what the fuck do I do now?’ he thought silently. ‘Taylor…I’ll just talk to Taylor…she’ll know what to do…’
His speedometer jumped to seventy five.
‘I lost my virginity last night…to Brook. I fucked her…we had sex…’ kept playing itself over and over in his head.
And so he drove faster, taking all of his aggression out on to his gas pedal.
He was doing ninety, now, and not thinking twice about it. The speed cleared his head. The loudness of the air speeding past his windows drown out the annoying little voice in his mind. He wasn’t paying attention to where he was going or what was happening around him.
A car pulled out in front of him. Scott slammed on his brakes, tried swerve out of the way, but it was too late. He was going too fast. His tires squealed in protest.
He smashed into the passenger side of the car. All he could hear was the sickening crunch of metal, then the shatter of glass as he was thrown through the windshield and the crack of his own bones as they broke.
Then everything went black.
After Landon had brought Taylor home, she invited him in for a cup of coffee and the two spent the evening talking like old friends.
She ended up falling asleep on the couch, he in the armchair, around four in the morning.
Landon woke up first. He looked over and smiled when he saw Taylor lying there. He couldn’t remember the last time he befriended someone so quickly.
The ringing phone brought him away from his thoughts and woke Taylor.
“Landon get that for me,” she mumbled groggily.
“Sure,” he yawned then walked into the kitchen to answer the call.
Taylor looked at the clock on the VCR. It was only eight in the morning. She rolled over and fell back asleep.
“Taylor wake up—we have to go right away,” Landon spoke quickly and urgently as he pulled on his shoes a minute or so later.
“Why what’s up?” she sat up miserably.
“That was Mr. Lowman. Scott was in an accident this morning and he’s up at the hospital,” Landon explained quickly, handing her the boots she’d kicked off the night before.
“What? How? Is he okay?!” she quickly grew hysterical as she put her shoes on and jumped up.
“I don’t know…all he said was that Scott wrecked his car and was in the hospital and if you wanted to come down, you could….he’s in ICU, so that’s not good.”
“Let’s go,” Taylor grabbed her purse and hurried Landon out the door.