She crouched in her bathroom, feeling dirty and disguisting within her own flesh. She peered into empty space as she shed tears of regret. Her curly hair the color of ginger was in a nest of worry. She had no make-up upon her tanned skin, but she couldn't see straight through her tears. She sat there in nothing but her grey bikini underware and a grey sports bra; that was all, if not less, she felt she deserved to wear. She couldn't apprehend what she did. It was a great night. Yet, she couldn't piece all of the puzzle together. She wondered how irresponsible and stupid she was. She placed her head in between her legs and hugged her body as if it was the only thing protecting her. The bluish-grey mist of a morning of judgement flowed into her tiny bathroom. She couldn't keep it a secret any longer. Now, she knew the truth. The problem was how do you tell your best friend that he got you in big trouble?