Ten minutes into her cab ride home, Autumn felt tears on her cheeks. This was not how she had imagined going on a date with Jacob would be.
In her mind, they had eaten dinner, had a few drinks and gone home. And then it was over. Nowhere in Autumn's plans did it say to get drunk and sleep with him.
She wanted to, of course, but she had told herself not to. Autumn suddenly hated the effect alcohol had on her. Now she knew what would happen. He would come back and ask her out again and she would turn him down, saying that it was a mistake.
The cab driver dropped her off and she made her way up to her apartment, looking like a complete mess.
“Where have you been?” Sarah asked behind her magazine.
“Nowhere...” Autumn said quickly and hurried toward her room.
Sarah lowered her magazine and looked at Autumn.
“Oh my god, what happened to you?” She gasped.
Autumn bit her bottom lip and turned around.
“What do you mean?”
“Your hair is all messed up and your clothes are wrinkly. What did you-” She stopped mid-sentence. “Oh my god.” She dropped the magazine. “You did it, didn't you. You lucky bastard! How was it?”
“I don't know... I can't remember.”
“You slept with one of the hottest players in the NHL and you don't even remember it?!”
“No... We were kinda drunk. He seems to remember it though...”
“You are so lucky!!” Sarah sang, causing Autumn to slip into her room. “Oh, come on Autumn. What's wrong?” Autumn stuck out her head.
“One: I can't remember anything, and two: he's gonna think that I'm an easy puckbunny. Fuck my life, Sarah.”
“At least you've gotten some...” Sarah sighed. “My dry period is just getting longer...”
Autumn took this as an opportunity to change the subject from her to Sarah.
“How long has it been?” She asked, returning to the living room with a hoody covering her face.
“Five months.” Sarah sighed again and moaned loudly. “I'm getting desperate, Autumn.”
“Oh come on. Five months is nothing. You were fine for seventeen years, surely you can handle five months!”
“No, I can't! I'm going to curl up to a ball and hide inside, and no one is going to want me. Please help me, Autumn.”
“Help you?” Autumn said, looking puzzled. “How am I supposed to help you?”
“Fix me up with one of Jacob's team mates, or something.”
“Sarah, I...”
“Well, aren't you going to see him again? 'Cause I'm assuming those boxers you're holding aren't yours?”
Autumn blinked before noticing that she had forgotten to let go of his clothes.
“Crap.” Autumn blushed and dropped the boxers on the floor. Sarah smiled.
“So, when you meet him, you'll ask if he wants to hang out some time, and sneak in that he can bring one of his team mates if he wants. It's the perfect plan!”
“Perfect?” Autumn repeated. “You call that perfect? My grandma could make up a better plan than that!”
“Pleeeeease?” Sarah begged. “I need some testosterone in my life. I miss the way they smell and the way they hold you, and...”
“Snap out of it, Sars.” Autumn sighed. “But fine, I'll ask him.”
“Yaay, you're the best, Aut!” Autumn cringed.
“Please don't call me that!”
“Sorry.”
“Come to think of it, Jacob comes in to WalMart with some of his team mates every day after twelve if you want to ask them yourself.”
“Yeah... Maybe that's better...” Sarah sat in thought for a moment. “Every day, huh? Oh Autumn, Jacob's definitely got a crush on you! You have to call him.”
“I don't have to do anything.” Autumn snapped. “But it is tempting... I'll have to figure out how 'good' it supposedly was last night.”
“Ah, stop it, Autumn! I can't listen to this!”
“Sorry, forgot.”
“So, tomorrow after 12, right?”
“Like clockwork.” Autumn replied, picking up the magazine Sarah had been reading.
“He likes you, Autumn!” Sarah exclaimed. “Why else would he come in every single day? No one goes to the store every day.”
Autumn hid behind the magazine, pretending to read one of the articles.
“Autumn Perreault, talk to me now!” Sarah demanded, snatching the magazine from Autumn.
“Hey, I was reading that!” Sarah gave Autumn one of her 'Don't even try' looks. “Fine...” Autumn gave up. “So what if he likes me? I've told you I can't date a hockey player. Fans would be gossiping and then it'd reach Mathieu and he'd beat me up about it and just... no...”
“So what, your brother is going to keep you from dating?” Sarah raised her eyebrows. “Autumn, relax. Jacob is a guy. A hot, Swedish guy who's obviously in to you. Have some fun, for once, please!”
“You know I'm not that kind of person. What happened last night was so not like me.”
“Yeah, yeah, come on Autumn. Loosen up. Have fun. Don't worry too much about it.”
Ding! The microwave oven beeped from the kitchen and Sarah got on her feet immediately.
“YUM!” She had obviously been cooking something up. Left overs probably. Autumn followed her into the kitchen to grab some water, and when Sarah took out the plate and the smell reached Autumn's nose, she felt something turn in her stomach. She hurried towards the sink and reached it just as she started to throw up.
“Woah, what's wrong?” Sarah looked shocked. Autumn was spitting out what was left in her mouth, and wiped a Kleenex over it.
“Ugh, I'm probably hung over from last night, don't worry about it.” She backed away from whatever was on Sarah's plate. “Something tells me I should stay away from that though...”
“I'm sorry...” Sarah said and sat down at the table.
“I'll just... go out there...” Autumn muttered and returned to the living room.
She had never experienced this kind of hangover before, and it wasn't too pleasant.
Half an hour later, Autumn went back to bed. She needed to rest, and she wasn't exactly feeling well.
“I'm going to take a nap.” She said to Sarah. “Don't wake me up, please.”
Autumn closed the door behind her and crawled up in her bed.
'What did I do to deserve this?' She thought before falling asleep.
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