Oops! The Bad Boy Is My Drama Partner

Chapter 5: One Night Of Fun.

Chapter 5: One Night Of Fun.

Clare's POV

Everywhere was pitch black when I opened my eyes. My glasses were askew on my face and my entire body felt heavy.

I groaned, pushing myself up on my elbows, trying to make sense of my surroundings. My head banged pretty badly and I grabbed it like it was about to fall off.


I blinked, trying to remember where I was but a grunt made me turn my head to the edge of the bed where the sound came.

My eyes almost popped out of my head at a half-naked Christian, sitting there like I was invisible and tapping away on his phone.

“You were quite wasted last night, glasses.”

My brain went blank at those words. Did I do something I wasn't supposed to do?

Wait… did we?

“W-what, what happened?” I stammered, my brain scrambling to put pieces together. My body shook, and my cheeks burned with embarrassment. I checked myself, clothes, hair, glasses, anything that could confirm that we didn't— I didn’t want to even think about it.

Christian looked up at me, eyebrows raised, his lips twitching in a grin that was both amusement and cruelty.

“You checking yourself?” he asked, his voice teasing. He then laughed at me before going back to texting on his phone, letting me be faced with his glorious– I mean, his normal looking back.

“Relax. Do you really think I’d touch a hobo like you?”

I froze, mortified. My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. “I… I wasn’t…” I couldn’t even get the words out. My brain short-circuited in a mix of panic and embarrassment.

“You’re welcome, by the way. I could’ve let Betty find you like that. Would’ve been quite the show.”

Tears stung my eyes.

I wanted to die.

“You’re unbelievable,” I whispered, barely holding my voice together.

“I—I need… I need to go,” I finally stammered, scrambling off the bed like a madwoman.

“The door is that way,” he muttered.

Christian didn’t even bother to get up. He just leaned back, folding his arms, still smirking. “See you at rehearsal, nerd.”

I didn’t wait another second. I bolted out of the room, down the hallway—down the hall, and through the crowd that was still half-asleep or hungover—not caring where I was going, only that I had to get away from him, from the embarrassment, from everything.

I didn’t stop running until I reached the street. By the time I finally made it home, my stomach twisted into knots.

My chest ached.

My vision blurred with tears.

One night.

That was all it took.

One stupid night of trying to fit in.

One night to remind me that no matter how hard I tried, I didn’t belong in their world.

And as I stood under the rising sun, heart pounding, I realized I had humiliated myself in just one night of fun.