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notsopeacefulThere was booze. I wish I could say there was lots and lots and lots of booze, but there was not. Just a bottle of champagne and three-quarters a bottle of vodka. It wasn't enough. It shouldn't have been enough, not once it got passed around the entire team plus assorted boyfriends. But combined with the buzz from winning that trophy, it was more than enough.
I almost wish it had been Paul, but he wasn't even there. It would have been simpler.
What happened isn't really a problem. Not a big problem. I'm okay with the basics. Making out with your teammate turned roommate, that's not a big deal. Getting kind of beyond making out, that's okay, too - at least until she changes her mind on you, which you might deserve because you just did it to your boyfriend the night you broke up with him.
Jess saying stop wasn't really the worst thing that could have happened. It's probably good that she said it. One of us needed to and I don't think I would have. I was fine with stop. Stop was right. I have problems with the part that came after stop. That was the "wrong" part. I had to leave when she started talking about it being wrong. I don't get that at all.
I could have gone to anyone's room, could have spent the night running up and down the halls with everyone else. I wasn't in the mood anymore, though, not after that. I ended up sleeping in Keith's room and sneaking out early enough that I wouldn't get busted. But I told him why I was there, and he took it... better than Jess did. Funny, really. He doesn't seem like the type.
I'm still tired, though, and a little bit dreading school. I don't think Jess would say anything - I don't know how she could without implicating herself - but that doesn't help. I should be looking forward to a proverbial victory lap around the school, not worrying about this.
I almost wish it had been Paul, but he wasn't even there. It would have been simpler.
What happened isn't really a problem. Not a big problem. I'm okay with the basics. Making out with your teammate turned roommate, that's not a big deal. Getting kind of beyond making out, that's okay, too - at least until she changes her mind on you, which you might deserve because you just did it to your boyfriend the night you broke up with him.
Jess saying stop wasn't really the worst thing that could have happened. It's probably good that she said it. One of us needed to and I don't think I would have. I was fine with stop. Stop was right. I have problems with the part that came after stop. That was the "wrong" part. I had to leave when she started talking about it being wrong. I don't get that at all.
I could have gone to anyone's room, could have spent the night running up and down the halls with everyone else. I wasn't in the mood anymore, though, not after that. I ended up sleeping in Keith's room and sneaking out early enough that I wouldn't get busted. But I told him why I was there, and he took it... better than Jess did. Funny, really. He doesn't seem like the type.
I'm still tired, though, and a little bit dreading school. I don't think Jess would say anything - I don't know how she could without implicating herself - but that doesn't help. I should be looking forward to a proverbial victory lap around the school, not worrying about this.
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Date: 2009-05-21 04:56 pm (UTC)had the same sort of dread-of-rumors happen to me, know the feeling, or jumbled mess of feelings. best of luck