The soft chirps from outside woke Abigail up, she opened her eyes, taking notice of Isabel's presence near her. There bodies were completely intertwined, and Abigail wasn't sure where exactly her hands and feet were. Her hand felt sore and pained, Isabel was probably over it. She wiggled her wrist, attempting to pull it out from Isabel's body, what she did not expect was a soft moan sounding from Isabel's lips.

t was the most beautiful sound Abigail had ever heard. But why exactly did she moan? Abigail tried yet again wriggling her hand out causing an even louder moan from Isabel.

"Abigail stop!" She snapped out and Abigail wondered what she had done wrong. Isabel was so confusing at times, why was she moaning right in the morning? Isabel trailed her fingers down Abigail's arm, grasping her wrist firmly. Abigail's eyes traced her movement, her mouth falling open.

Abigail's hand was planted in between Isabel's legs, right next to her...Her face had immediately turned a crimson color as she realized why Isabel was making such noises.

"Oh my God- I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that, please I didn't do it by purpose-" As Abigail mumbled on and on, apologizing at least ten times, Isabel spread her legs and removed her hand. Abigail's hand felt hot along with the rest of her body. She had made Isabel make such noises- she had, not Nate, not any other horny boy but her.

"It's fine." Isabel was still in her sleepy state so she didn't bother with it too much, Abigail on the other hand was hyperventilating; she couldn't believe what had just happened.

Abigail got out the bed and padded to the bathroom. She grabbed the spare toothbrush Isabel had lying around for her and began brushing. For once, she wanted to forget about Isabel, she wanted to push away her feelings for Isabel but this was becoming too difficult.

She splashed cold water onto her face, hoping it would calm her heated state and help her get through the day. Opening the door, she came face to face with Isabel. Abigail felt dominated by her intense stare. She bit her lip, exposing her pearly whites, leaving Abigail drooling at her in admiration.

"That was a good wake up call." She winked, walking past her into the bathroom. Abigail wondered, what exactly did she mean? Her eyes widened once she had registered what Isabel actually meant. Her eyes gazed at the hand that started it.

Clearing her throat, Abigail spoke up, "Thanks for having me over, I really need to go home now though. My parents are going to get angry if I don't." Isabel glanced over her, foamy toothpaste covering her lips. She still looked beautiful.

Isabel spat the remains out and rinsed her mouth. She moved towards Abigail with confidence Abigail wished she had. Thinking she wanted a goodbye hug, Abigail wrapped her arms around Isabel's torso. Isabel immediately responded to the hug, squeezing with equal amounts of force. Abigail knew if she didn't pull away now, she was going to get carried away, and she had enough physical contact for today.

"You're welcome here anytime, okay?" The way Isabel spoke to her was of a mother worrying for her child. Abigail nodded her head and grabbed her cheer uniform.

"I'll wash and return your clothes."

"Keep them or better yet, don't wash them when you return it." Isabel winked mischievously, a roller coaster taking place in Abigail's stomach. Abigail laughed off her nervousness, turning and heading towards the door.

As soon as her feet touched the pavement, her mood became glum, she was going back to her house and she honestly was terrified. She knew her father wasn't going to be happy hearing about her little sleepover with Isabel. Abigail never admitted it but she never really appreciated her father, in simple terms; he was a prick. She didn't understand how her mother could stay with someone so abusive and intolerant.

Abigail let out a breath that she wasn't aware of holding in. She knocked onto the door, hoping her mother would open up and her father wouldn't be home. Minutes had gone by and no one had opened the door. She knocked again, only this time with a little bit more force, thankfully her mother unlocked it

"Abigail where were you?" She asked, her eyes held worry and fear.

"I spent the night at Isabel's." Her mother didn't need to hear the rest. She sighed in relief, knowing her daughter was safe last night. Ushering her in, she closed the door and motioned for her to be quiet.

"Your father's asleep, I told him you were sleeping and didn't want anyone to disturb." Abigail hugged her mom for saving her, she couldn't have been more grateful.

Tiptoeing her way up the stairs, she heard her parent's room opening. Her father came out, his state what would be the aftermath of drunk. After eyeing Abigail in suspicion, he carried on walking. Abigail was happy she made it home without turning it into a big deal with her father.

She went straight to her bedroom, debating on whether or not she should change from Isabel's clothes. Her clothes smelt exactly like her, making it harder for Abigail to take it off.

Abigail laid in the comfort of her bed, she still couldn't believe what had happened. Her hand was near Isabel's most intimate part. I mean it was no big deal, they were just friends, why was she overthinking this? She had bigger things to worry about.

Prom was in a few weeks and Abigail was dreading it. She didn't want to go- simple as. She didn't even have a date to go with, speaking of dates...

Abigail unlocked her phone and saw that she had a message from Avery.

I'm sorry about the other day. Can we talk??

Abigail hesitated, did she really wanted to talk to Avery with all that was going on? Abigail replied a quick yes, shoving her phone under the pillow.

She shut her eyes and turned the other way, hoping that would help block out the argument that was taking place downstairs.