The Remembering Game
Chapter 1: I Forgot
June
"Shit."
I don't remember being this sore last time. Granted, last time was with James and he can't make me sore if even if he tried. I roll over on my bed and looked up at the ceiling. My head is pounding like I'm standing next to a marching band. I'm desperately trying to remember what the hell happened. I remember getting off work, having drinks with the guys, and after that everything got fuzzy…
"Maybe you had too many, Swan."
I was with the guys, so I'm sure I didn't bring back a complete stranger. No, the guys wouldn't let that happen but…"But if I didn't bring back a stranger, then who did I sleep with?" I say in a whisper to no one but myself.
"Shit."
Fuck my life.
How it Started / May
What you must understand is that I'm not a scarlet or a hoe that just randomly gets drunk and has sex with strangers from bars. Yesterday was a celebration—the boys wanted to celebrate Emmett's win on his away game. When I say boys, I mean the boys: Jasper Whitlock, Edward Cullen, and Emmett Cullen). Edward and Emmett are brothers, Jasper is their cousin, and they are my roommates for the summer. I'm subleasing for a guy named Tyler until my apartment is ready. The boys own a two-story loft with six bedrooms, a living room, dining room, and kitchen. Since they're never home, I decided to rent one of the rooms, and we all split the bills. I'm working an internship in the University of Washington's biology department, so I didn't go home this summer, and since I wanted to move into an apartment next semester, I thought I'd spend the summer looking for one.
I found out about the place by accident. I was meeting with a potential sub leaser I found on Craigslist. We were meeting at Starbucks (the guy was a real creep), and in my clumsy haste to get away, I knocked into Jasper and he spilled his coffee. After apologizing a million times and buying him a new coffee, he asked if I would sit with him until he finished. In making small talk, I told him my situation and he asked if I would be interested in subleasing with 3 guys. Originally, I going to say no, but after much debating, I decided to meet the boys first before making a decision.
We met at Applebee's during happy hour. The guys were great—especially Emmett. I've never laugh so hard in my life. Emmett is baseball player for the Mariners, Jasper is a fire fighter, and Edward is a graduate student at the University of Washington, like me. Though they were all attractive, I didn't see myself wanting to be with any of them. They made me feel safe and after the last breakup I had, it was kind of necessary.
I moved in around May, near the end of the semester. It was easy since Jasper and Emmett wouldn't let me move anything. Their mothers came over with baked goods. Mrs. Cullen—or Esme as she liked to be called—had baked apple pie. It was amazing! I had to hide it from Emmett because he kept trying to eat it all. Esme is really nice and so tiny. I don't know how she birthed two huge boys; she is barely five feet tall.
Mrs. Whitlock is the complete opposite of Esme. She is about five-foot-seven, and mean. She baked peach cobbler, but I didn't eat it (I let Emmett have that one). Mrs. Whitlock was not happy that there was going to be a girl living under the same roof as her "precious son." Though we tried to explain that it was only for the summer and that the guys would barely be home, she didn't take it well. The final straw was when she asked me if I was on birth control. I not-so-kindly let her know that there was no reason for me to be and that the conversation was over. Other than that and last night, I haven't had any problems.
June
So back to last night, we met at Lucky Strikes in Seattle and had a few beers. Emmett's getting to town, and both Edward and Jasper are leaving town for the next month. Jasper's going on some firemen retreat, and Edward has an internship at Boston University.
The guys shamelessly flirted and played pool, a game that is unfamiliar to both me and my abilities. Then someone gave us some free food, and we started to do some tequila shots with chasers. I remember dancing with the guys and laughing at the face Emmett made once he realized he lost the pool game. There was some bar dancing (don't judge me—I was drunk) and unplanned karaoke of Justin Bieber's "Boyfriend" (only Emmett). And that's all I remember.
The fuzzy part is—well, I remember soft hands on my thigh (don't know whose hands) and a soft wet tongue between my legs. I remember being able to wrap my legs around his back. I remember wanting more and scratching his back so much that may have broken the skin. It was passionate—the red marks on my thighs can prove it. My lower regions are sore, but that's it. I have no idea who it was.
"Shit!" I scream to no one in particular.
Okay, maybe I can try process of elimination. I remember him being strong, but not bulky. Also, I was able to wrap my legs around him from the back, so that rules out Emmett, which is a good thing). He is five-foot-nine and two hundred forty-five pounds of solid steel.
That leaves Jasper and Edward. They both are built about the same, however, Edward's a little bit taller and Jasper is a little more ripped. I scratched the guy's back up pretty good, so I could just go and hit both of them on the back to see who flinches.
"Yes!" I jump out of bed to do my victory dance.
And then it hits me like a comet. Both Edward and Jasper are gone for the rest of the month. It doesn't really matter; it will be healed by then.
"Fuck my life," I say as I fall back on to my bed.
