The next morning Lyla awoke in an unfamiliar bed and place. Her head was resting on a bare, muscular chest and there was an arm pressing her into his side. Who was he? Where was she? Quietly she peeled herself from the side of the mystery man and got out of bed. Realizing she was naked she sprang for her clothes on the ground and rushed to get dressed. When she finally stood upright she felt dizzy and her head was pounding. What did I do last night?
Lyla looked back over her shoulder and saw the man was still passed out on the bed. Regret flooded her as she took in the sight of him; he was attractive in that bad boy kind of way. He definitely was not her type, she went for more of the all-American kind of man. This wasn't her; she didn't have one night stands. Great start to a new town, Lyla thought to herself.
Turning on her heel, she found her way to the front door, and couldn't help but notice the apartment was a typical bachelor pad. There were clothes thrown over the floor, empty beer bottles and dirty dishes lined the counter with pizza boxes scattered on the floor. What a pig, not her type at all. Lyla grabbed the door handle and slowly turned it; opening it she slipped out and closed the door quietly behind her. What happened last night? Lyla was taken by surprise as she was hit with a flashback from last night.
"We should go somewhere a little more private." She said giving him a suggestive smirk.
Tim leaned in again and gave her a soft kiss on her lips then moved closer to her ear and kissed just below it. "Want to come back to my place?" He whispered seductively into her ear. She nodded and he gave her another hard, long kiss. He pulled away and gave her a sly smile. "Let's go then." Tim said as he grabbed her hand and pulled her in the direction of his apartment.
Lyla gripped his hand tightly as she tried to stay upright, the booze was getting to her and she was feeling wobbly. She tripped a few times over her feet and she felt him pull her close to his side as his arm was slung over her shoulders. She slipped her arm behind him and gripped onto the back of his shirt to help steady herself as they walked.
Tim stopped abruptly in front of a small three story building and before entering he pulled her into him and gave her a long kiss. Breaking the kiss, he smiled down at her and all she could do was smile back. Those green eyes had her captivated, they held so much pride but also pain. This man was something and she wanted to get to know him more. What was it about him that had her weak in the knees? Mindlessly she followed through the front doors of the building and let him pull her into the elevator.
Lyla stood outside the apartment, Tim's apartment apparently. Well at least she made a new friend in this town, sort of. Raising her head and rolling her shoulders she made her way to the elevator. She pressed the button and the doors immediately opened and as she walked in she was hit with another flashback from the night before.
Lyla fell against Tim's chest as he pulled her inside the elevator, she felt him reach out behind her and hit the button for the third floor. Pushing him against the wall this time she placed both hands on his chest as she looked up and leaned into him. He raised his hands to her neck and leaned down and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. It was different from the others that they had shared tonight; it was sending heat from her lips through her whole body. He pulled away slightly but she stood up on her tippy toes and crashed her lips into his, wanting to get more. The doors to the elevator finally opened and Tim gently led Lyla out of the elevator and towards his door.
Composing herself as she walked out of the apartment into the streets of Dillon, Lyla patted down her clothes and hair hoping she looked presentable. The sun was already starting to peek out from the trees and she squinted as she tried to figure out which way was home. Her head began to pound and the sunlight wasn't helping either. Lyla took a guess and spun on her heel to head home.
When Lyla passed the bar from last night, she was thankful that she was headed in the right direction. Peaking to her left she saw the bar in full morning glory. It looked small from the outside while the inside looked dark and dirty. Picking up her pace, she was desperate to get home. Lyla had never been more relieved in her life then the moment she found her house and walked through the front door. She went straight to bed, hoping to sleep off the hangover. Dropping onto her bed she was granted the presence of another flashback from the night before.
As they reached the bed Tim slowly let Lyla down but with her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck she pulled him down on top of her. She kissed his lips hard as her fingers flew to his chest and she fumbled at the buttons. Finally his shirt was undone and she pushed his shirt off of his shoulders. She began at his belt but he pulled her up as he sat back on his heels. Grabbing the hem of her shirt he pulled her shirt up and over her head.
Reaching down, he grasped her hips and pulled her up towards the top of the bed. Tim then began kissing her neck and collar bone with small little butterfly kisses. Wanting more, Lyla grabbed either side of his face and pulled his lips to hers. Even in her drunken state Lyla knew that this felt right. She had no idea why she was drawn to this man, but there was something that was pulling her towards him. Letting she go, Lyla gave in and let herself enjoy this moment that she was having with Tim Riggins.
Lyla was thankful her memory was coming back to her from the night before. At least she wasn't too far gone and she had gotten the guys' name. Tim Riggins, maybe tonight she'll do some research and see if she can find anything about him. She was very into him the night before, although, she had no idea why. It will be one of those drunken mysteries. She was suddenly feeling exhausted and snuggled under her covers and she let herself relax as drifted off to sleep.
Waking up, she took a look outside realizing it was late afternoon. None of her clocks were set up in her house yet; most of the boxes weren't even unpacked. Dragging herself into the shower, she felt better now than in the morning. She was finally clean and a little less hung-over. However, she was hungry but there was no food in her fridge.
Lyla decided to grab dinner first then get food for the week at the supermarket. Walking into the center of town, Lyla began to take in her surroundings. Dillon was very much a suburban town, with rows of houses. The center of town was very much the heart of it all. There was a mall with a movie theater. There were also little stores with diners and restaurants scattered around. Taking in everything as she finally got to her destination; she realized that she would love Dillon once she finally got settled in.
After she finished dinner she headed to the supermarket to grab a few items that would get her by for a few days. She still had no car; it was on her list of things to buy. Luckily her company had given her enough money to buy things of necessity, such as grocery's, a car, and furniture.
Lyla walked out of the supermarket with her items, a bag in each hand. As soon as she got through the front door she walked right into what felt like a brick wall. Stunned she dropped her bags and the items fell out at her feet. "Shit." She mumbled to herself as she bent down to pick her items back up. Lyla felt the person she walked into kneel down to help her and she felt extremely annoyed. She didn't need this person's help and she was about to say something but when she looked up into his eyes she was taken by surprise.
Jason had a thousand things to do before he took off to New York for the week. First he had to pick up a new suitcase; he had worn his other one down from travelling so much. This time he was determined to pick up the most expensive one he could find because they last longer than the cheaper ones. Price didn't matter; he had the cash to spend. Jason Street, an extremely good looking and successful sports agent. He wasn't arrogant or full of himself; he was confident and only told the truth.
After picking up his suitcase, his next order of business was to pick up his suits from the dry cleaners. After picking up his dry cleaning, he went to the bank to deal with his finances. It gave him peace of mind to check in once and a while to make sure he still had cash in the bank. That he was putting more money in then he was taking out, because he did love to spend his money.
Dropping back home Jason decided to pack for his trip. He entered his walk-in closet and grabbed a section of dress shirts and pants and gently placed them on the bed. Then sat there for the next hour and folded his clothes precisely so that they wouldn't become wrinkled or messy. Smiling, he looked down in his suitcase and everything was in place so he carefully closed the lid and zipped it shut.
Grabbing his bag he walked out of his expensive house and locked his expensive front door. He popped the trunk and gently placed his suitcase inside and closed the lid. He stepped back to investigate his car and making sure there were not marks or scratches. It was a slick black Audi R8 GT, a beauty of a car that cost a small fortune. Jason felt it was worth it; he looked sexy in it and it helped to bring home the ladies.
Jason made his way over to his best friend's apartment and let himself in, knowing that Tim was probably still passed out from the night before. Slamming on the door, Jason yelled inside. "Open up, Timmy!" There was no response and he couldn't hear any commotion so he banged on the door louder.
"What do you want, Street?" Tim yelled as he opened the door. He stood there in boxers, his hair all over the place and his hand was shielding his eyes.
"Came to say good-bye to my best friend." Jason replied. "So what'd you end up doing last night?"
"Nothing."
"Tim Riggins didn't take anyone home, what a shocker!" Jason said. Tim rolled his eyes and walked back into his apartment, allowing Jason to follow him inside.
Tim sat at the table outside the kitchen that was littered with empty beer bottles and garbage. He was sipping out of a beer bottle, clearly not concerned what the time of the day it was. "What do you want, Street?" Tim asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
"Well, I was going to ask you to house sit, but seeing how dirty your apartment is, I changed my mind. Do you ever clean up after yourself?"
"Nope." Tim responded as he finished off his beer. "Hey, you want one?" he asked as he walked to the fridge and held out a beer, offering it to Jason.
"It's not even five o'clock, Timmy."
"It's five o'clock, somewhere, Street." Tim said rather simply.
Jason laughed at Tim's remark. "Anyways, can you just check in and make sure no one's broken into my house while I'm gone."
"Sure."
"See you next week, Tim." Jason said as he got up and left. He had an hour before he had to get to the airport and decided to hit the supermarket before he left Dillon.
Jason pulled into the farthest parking spot from the store, away from any cars or people. His car was his baby and he refused to let anything happen to it. Walking up to the entrance he was about to walk into the front door when he collided with a women. "Shit." She said as her bags fell from her hand and items were scattered at her feet.
He bent down to help her pick them up. Glancing down at her, he saw she was young and beautiful also unrecognizable. He knew every female in Dillon so she had to be new to town. This woman had long, brown hair with loose curls. Jason looked up at her face and noticed she was staring at him. She had these amazing brown, chocolate eyes, and his breath was taken away just by the sight of her.
"Hi, my name's Jason." He said.
"Lyla." She replied.
A/N: If anyone is confused, which hopefully i've cleared some things up, Lyla doesn't know Jason or Tim. She is new to town, but Jason and Tim are friends. And hopefully no one's too mad that Jason is OOC (out of character). Hope you enjoyed this chapter, please review, I love to hear your thoughts!