Chapter 6: Shocking revelation
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I woke up with a throbbing head. My head was aching so bad. Why on earth was my head pounding so hard? And then memories of last night came flooding. I could remember I went clubbing with Elle and Jason. I remember taking a strong liquor as well and going to the restroom where I almost got r***d. s**t! Was I r***d? I tried remembering all that happened but my head automatically went blank. I looked in between my legs and everything felt normal. I wasn't sore. My God, what exactly happened? Fear was consuming me already. I looked at my legs and noticed I was still on my heels. How did I get back to the room? Where's Elle? I was still thinking when Elle came out of the bathroom.
"Amelia, you're awake!" she beamed at me. "I'm very sorry about last night, Amy. Jason has been calling to ask if you're okay, he's extremely sorry too."
"It's fine, Elle. You should have taken off my shoes when I fell asleep. You dumped me on the bed like that." I said faking a sad look. "Best roommate award goes to you baby." I finished with a sarcastic comment.
"We didn't bring you home, Elle. We waited for you at the club after you went to the restroom but you never came back. We left the club an hour later panicking. I got into the room and saw you sprawled out across the bed. And then I thought you left angrily."
Now I was beyond scared. I must have been r***d. But how did the rapists get to know my room? And could they have brought me home? No, I doubt that happening.
"Why do you look so worried?" Elle asked.
"Elle, some guys wanted to forcefully take turns sleeping with me when I went to the restroom and I can't remember all that happened after that."
"Relax, Amy. You don't look r***d. I guess someone brought you home. Just take a deep breath and try recalling all that happened."
I did as I was told but remembered nothing still.
"Don't worry, it doesn't have to be now. All will come flooding back sooner or later." She said.
I nodded and settled back on the bed while Elle went to the kitchen.
"I made you breakfast, get up and have some." She called from the kitchen.
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I was walking slowly to the next class since I had about 30 minutes before the start of the class. I had my Aldo bag draped over my shoulder and my books clutched to my hands.
"Looks like someone couldn't help being clumsy and careless over the weekend." I heard someone say from behind.
I knew the voice so well and I could recognize it even in my sleep.
I rolled my eyes and turned to face him.
"Are you always this stupid or you just tend to show off whenever you're around me?"
"Exactly what you know how to do, Amy. You open your mouth and talk carelessly when you're just a bratty defenceless girl." He spat.
"I doubt you can defend yourself when in trouble, Cupcake."
Does he know? There's no way he'd know about what happened in the club.
"What do you mean?" I managed to ask.
"Why ask again when you already know" He replied walking away.
I ran after him. "Were you behind it?"
He turned to look at me with a blank expression. There was nothing I could make out of his face as his face was totally void of any emotion. And then he smirked.
"Then my boys must have done a wonderful job." He finally said.
He was joking. There was no way he'd be behind that and admit to it so quick. I knew Ash was arrogant and probably crazy but not dumb.
"Still sore?" He asked wearing a satisfying look.
I was speechless.
"Son of a bitch." I hissed and walked as fast as my legs could carry me.
I got to the class and as usual Mark was already there. I decided to ask him about Ashton's whereabouts on Friday.
"Hey Mark." I said taking a seat beside him.
"What's wrong, Amy? You don't look so good."
"I'm good. Just a slight headache. You've got any idea about Ash's whereabouts on Friday?"
"Yes, he was at Neon lights. What's up?"
That was the Club Jason took us to. It still couldn't have been him. I knew he hated me but he still couldn't have done that, Could he?
The professor came in and gave some notes before dismissing the class. I definitely have to confront Ashton and ask him directly.
A brunette girl jolted me out of my thoughts.
"Mark, I'm asking you where he is!"
"Call him." Mark replied not glancing her way.
"I told you he isn't answering my calls." She yelled.
"I don't know."
"We both know he discloses all of his movements to you."
"What are you doing here, Stacy?" The almighty Ash she was longing for asked as he walked towards us.
"Babe." she ran towards him and hugged him so tight.
"Why were you not answering your phone, you got me worried." She whined.
I rolled my eyes and scoffed loudly and she turned towards me to hiss loudly.
"You can see I'm fine, stop being clingy." Ashton said and freed himself from her hug.
"His girlfriend?" I mouthed looking towards Mark and he nodded.
"By the way Mark, who's she and why's she sitting here? You never let random girls sit here." She asked, gesturing towards me like I was some piece of s**t.
Mark looked at her with irritation before replying her. "She's not random so get lost."
"Awww dearie, I'm sure you wouldn't want to know who I am." I pouted.
She looked at me again eyeing me with a distasteful look and laughed.
I get she was jealous. They probably don't let her sit around them and she's being bitchy about it.
"Well, I'm simply the one your hoe of a boyfriend has been crying about for weeks. I'm sure he's mentioned me to you." I drawled, giving her a smug look.
"He's right here, ask him." I smiled at Ashton and sent him a wink in an attempt to piss her off.
His eyes were dancing in amusement. He was clearly amused. The opposite of what I expected of him. I expected him to be angry and call me crazy and delusional like his normal self would.
He had his arms crossed and sat on one of the tables as if expecting a drama to unfold.
"But do not fret baby, he is far from my type so I wouldn't be dating your boyfriend." I finished.
Ashton busted into fits of laughter. I looked at him with eyebrows raised.
Was he aware I was lying about him not being my type? Well, I couldn't be with someone with such arrogance so I wasn't completely lying.
I looked back at the girl whose name I now knew was Stacy. She had a mortified look written all over her face.
"Ash, this is why you haven't been answering my calls?" she asked with tears brimming her eyes.
Okay, now I felt guilty saying those.
"You're unbelievable Ashton. I am carrying your child and you're chasing after a low life like her!"
"Low life?" I wanted to argue back but realisation hit me. She's pregnant and it's Ashton's. I didn't even know I let out a scream until Mark nudged me in the arm.
I placed my hands over my mouth realising the whole class now had their attention on us.
Mark was equally as shocked as I was which meant he was just finding out as well.
Ashton raked his hands in his hair clearly frustrated and dragged Stacy by her arm out of the class. He probably wasn't expecting her to say that.
I knew it wasn't any of my business but I still went after them. They were both at the school's parking lot and I headed towards them.
"So now she's following you around huh? Do you not see how ridiculous this looks?" she asked angrily before walking off.
Ashton buried his palms in his head, obviously worried.
"Ash I'm really sorry for saying that to your girl." I moved closer to him, apologising.
He looked at me with a mischievous smile and stalked towards me very closely that they was barely any distance left between us and his minty breath fanned my face as he spoke.
"The girl I've been crying over for weeks huh?" he asked, smirking.
"And I'm not your type, cupcake?"
He stroked my lips with his thumb and my heartbeat accelerated. His face was probably just an inch away from mine. I closed my eyes in anticipation of what was coming as I could feel his breath on my face and it was intoxicating.
"Your eyes has been shut for several seconds. Could you by chance be awaiting something?" He asked while erupting in laughter.
"By the way, you looked like you've never been kissed before."
"Asshole" I muttered before running off.
I could still hear him laughing and I was deeply embarrassed. s**t! I successfully embarrassed myself. What was I even thinking? He must have considered me desperate and shameless.
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