Okay, so I've been on a country music kick, so the next few chapters, including this one, are named after Carrie Underwood songs. Oh, and last chapter was named after Cold Day in July by the Dixie Chicks.
Where the hell was I? It felt like my eyes were going to pop out of my head. What the hell had I been doing and who let an elephant sit on my face? I rolled over onto my stomach and fell off the bed. Shit, that hurt like hell. Groaning, I stretched and opened my eyes.
That was definitely worse. Closing my eyes, I tried to stand up. After falling down and swearing loudly, I stumbled around and tried to figure out where I was by touch. That didn't work. I my fingers felt like lead bars stitched onto my hand. The last thing I remember was getting into the car with that guy I met on the plane. What was his name? Emmet, Edwin, Eddie… Edward, that's what his name was.
It was coming back to me now. We'd driven around for about an hour, and he just talked. His velvet smooth voice slid around me and made me drowsy. His scent got in my mouth and nose and made me drunk. I'd learned that he was about my age. He lived with his brilliant doctor father, sweet homemaker mother, and his four adoptive siblings. I didn't remember telling him about me, but he seemed to know anyway.
I stumbled into something. Muttering more expletives, I tried to figure out what the hell it was. Running my hands down, I felt a smooth plane. I was pretty sure there wasn't marble furniture in my room, so I had no idea what it was. Whatever it was, it was ice cold. Fuck it, I'll deal with the headache. Bracing myself on whatever was in front of me, I opened one eye cautiously.
"Good morning, sunshine," someone said. I jumped back and let out a little shriek. My voice grated on my nerves and I grabbed my head.
"What the hell? What's going on? Damn, did I get drunk?" I opened my eyes the rest of the way and saw that Edward was what was in front of me. He was wearing a pair of low-slung jeans and nothing else. "What are you doing in my room?"
"Mm, don't you remember what you said this morning?" He slipped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck. I pushed him off me.
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about, Edward. I only remember going for a run and getting lost. That's it," I lied. "I barely even know you! I don't even know your last name!"
"Cullen. My last name's Cullen. And don't you believe in love at first sight?" He kissed me lightly on the lips. I pushed him away again.
"You know what, I don't. Why the heck are you even here? Get the hell out of my room!" I pushed him towards the window. He willingly went, but not without the final word.
"I'll see you Monday, Nicolette." With that, he jumped out.
I yelled down to him, but he just smiled and ran off. I had a bad feeling about Monday. Now I had the rest of Sunday to worry about the tone of his voice and what the hell it meant.
Yes, this chapter also sucks, but I've got a head start on the next one. It'll be better, I promise. Reviews are appreciated! =333
