I myself am having a hard time believing what happened, but it’s all over me. My cheeks are still flushed, my lips swollen, and not to mention the freaking hickey on my neck! I would murder Chase, but I have to admit I kind of like having a reminder of him on my skin. It’s absurd, but I can’t help the way I feel. I run my fingers through my hair and wish I’d packed some makeup or something in my bag. The thought hadn’t even crossed my mind since I was only going to a pool party.

I know staying hidden away in the bathroom is only a temporary thing. I’ll have to come out eventually. Chase made it clear when he changed his sweatpants and pulled on a shirt, he’d be letting his mom know someone was here. I hadn’t missed the wet spot on his sweatpants before he took them off. Out of curiosity, I head into his closet to find the discarded pants.

Am I really about to do this? It's too late. I’ve come this far. I’m already in his closet with his pants in my hand from out of the laundry basket. I examine them. Okay, don’t judge me, but I might even smell them. A gasp leaves me. He definitely came in them!

Why do I suddenly feel the need to do some victory dance? I’m mad at Chase. He’s a jerkface who showed up at a party and made me leave. I’m an adult and can do whatever I want. I do have to admit that it was hot, though, when he scared that one guy from dancing with me and then shoved the other into the pool.

No, Emily, I chastise myself. That is in no way okay, I lie to myself. I’m really crossing some lines this morning with what is wrong and right. I’m going to blame it on those drinks I had last night. I don’t have a headache or a sour stomach, so I’m guessing I’m not hungover. Pretty sure the only reason my stomach is turning right now is because I’m about to go face Rebecca. It’s been a while since I’ve seen her, and I kind of feel bad for just dropping off the face of the earth. She was an important part of my life.

“Babe!” I hear Chase call. Did he really shout babe through the house?! Slowly, I creep down the hallway.

“You have a girl here?!” I hear Rebecca hiss at him. “You better be teasing me, Chase Landon Silverstein. We talked about this. You said you wouldn’t be using this place as some shag pad.”