18 - Busted

                                    

                                          
*Shawn's POV*
                          
The hotel complained to me that there was some loud music playing on the beach and to check it out because they were apparently students from my school. And as expected, of course they were. I was disgusted at them, to be honest. There were people twerking on each other, grinding, getting sick on the sand and in the ocean and making out. 
                          
Hold on.
                          
That was Aurora.
                          
With Cody?
                          
My blood started to boil, so much for 'I don't like him'. Fuck, what was I expecting? I was absolutely furious but the feelings of hurt were more overpowering and to be honest, I wanted to go back to my room and not have to look at this but I had a duty to do.
                          
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" I yelled over the blaring music.   
                          
Everyone jumped, whipping round to face me like deer in the headlights of an on coming car. They were all well aware that they were in trouble. They looked petrified.
                          
"EVERYONE, GO TO THE HALL. NOW!" I bellowed, shaking slightly at how enraged I was. Most people started whining but I gave them a look and they instantly obeyed. Aurora was avoiding eye contact with me at all costs as she tried to walk past me, acting as if I don't exist.
                          
"Hold it right there," I mumbled, pushing her back slightly so that she couldn't leave. The rest of the teenagers entered the building again where a different teacher was going to lecture them. This gave me the opportunity to ask her what the hell was going on.
                          
"So, Cody, eh? The guy you said you didn't have feelings for," I said with gritted teeth. She kept looking down at the floor, shifting her weight on the sand.
                          
"I'm actually so disgusted in you right now. I didn't take you as a girl who got wasted and then danced with whatever guy asked her to. Or made out with them for a matter of fact. I thought you were different but clearly I was wrong," I hissed, taking out all my anger and hurt feelings on her. 
                          
"Get inside, I don't even want to look at you right now," I snapped, watching her leave without a word of apology. Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks and turned around.
                          
"I'm sorry, Shawn," she whispered, her voice cracking as she said it. She turned around again and went inside.
                          
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*Aurora's POV*
                          
"Arghh, my head," I thought to myself, squinting in the light. "Becca, can you close the curtains?" I whispered, burrowing my head under my pillow where it was dark and didn't hurt my eyes as much. I had a pounding headache and my stomach felt as if I was on a rickety boat in the middle of the ocean.
                          
"The curtains are closed," she said, jumping over onto my bed. The sound of her voice made me wince. Fuck, I've never been this hungover in my life.
                          
"Do you remember anything that happened last night?" She questioned, shaking me slightly when I didn't response instantly.
                          
How could I forget? How could I forget that look of disappointment on Shawn's face when he saw me making out with a different guy? Fuck, a guy that I didn't even have feelings for. A guy that took advantage of the fact that I was drunk beyond belief to dance with me and then make out with me. He probably would have wanted more if he could have got it. I simply groaned, not having enough energy to even speak.
                          
"Well, let me fill you in," Becca began after I didn't reply. "You and Cody were getting hot and heavy. He was grinding on you, you two made out. Damn, I didn't know you had a crush on that kid but I'm not one to judge. Anyway, Mr Mendes showed up and shouted at us all and then Miss Parker lectured us in the hall. We all have after school detentions for a week when we go back to school and our parents were called which is just fucking great."
                          
"I don't even like Cody," I muttered, clenching my fists under my pillow. I was so fucking stupid.
                          
She chuckled. "Didn't seem that way yesterday. Anyway, I'm going downstairs for breakfast because we're leaving in like 2 hours. Oh and because I'm a great friend, I packed your bag for you seeing as you're probably too hung over to even get out of bed. See ya later!"
                          
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I was awoken by a knock on my hotel door. "Come in," I yelled, thinking that it was probably Becca or a teacher that was just being polite instead of walking straight in. They turned the handle but the door was locked so they began knocking again.
                          
"Oh for fuck's sake, Becca. Of course you didn't take your key with you," I muttered to myself, forcing myself out of bed and to the door which I unlocked, not even bothering to open it before jumping back into bed as I felt as if I was going to get sick any second I was standing up. I heard the door creak open and then shut again. Promptly afterwards, I felt someone sit down on my bed by my feet, weighing the bed down slightly. "Becca, what are you doing?" I mumbled, my eyes still closed.
                          
"I'm not Becca," I heard a voice say softly, sounding kind of hurt. I instantly recognised that voice and my heart sank. Shawn.
                          
"Shawn..." I whispered, ready for him to start ranting to me about what an awful person I am. But he didn't, he just sat there and sighed. Confused, I propped myself up and looked at him. I probably looked like shit but I needed to know what he was doing here. He turned around to look at me. His eyes looked bloodshot and he hadn't shaved this morning, his chin slightly stubbly, his hair was messy as if he had been running his fingers through it over and over again.
                          
"Are we going to talk about what happened yesterday or are we just going to leave it and you'll start dating Cody?" he asked, sounding bitter and hurt.
                          
"Shawn, can't this wait?" I pleaded, putting one hand on my head that was spinning as we were talking.
                          
"Well if you feel that way then I guess there's no point," he responded, his voice sounding hurt.
                          
"I do care, honestly. But I have a pounding headache and I feel as if I'm about to get sic-" I started, suddenly jumping up from the bed and running to the bathroom. I put up the toilet seat, just in time to neatly get sick into the toilet. I heard shoes pattering on the hard surface of my room's floor and into the bathroom behind me. Shawn sighed behind me and I was about to turn around when I needed to turn back around to get sick again. All of a sudden, I felt two large hands on my back, getting my hair out of my face. "Thanks," I muttered, wiping my mouth. "Can I brush my teeth really quickly and look like less of a mess before we talk about this whole shitty situation?" I asked.
                          
"Sure," he responded, exiting the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.
                          
This was not going to be a fun experience.