A/N I have another new story called Bad Sun you should check it out. It's really nothing like this story. I tend to change my writing style with all my stories; I guess I just get bored. Enjoy.
My head is throbbing and the last thing I remember was having a couple shots at Gray's. The sun protruding through the soft pink curtains force my eye's closed again. Wait, what? I don't have pink curtains.
I quickly jerk my head up and feel a large wood head board behind me.
"Oww" I moan as I clutch onto the back of my head.
As if the hangover wasn't already enough, now I have double the pain. Thank you Jesus!
My eyes are watering and I'm trying to make out my surroundings. I honestly can't remember anything. I see a blond figure move towards me. If my vision wasn't so blurred I would have thought she was smirking.
"Here, I got you some pain killers" The blond hands me a glass of water.
I wiped my teary eyes and stare at her for a moment before realizing who it is. Now I just feel stupid. I swallow the pills dry and start to crawl off the bed.
"I should get going. Are we ok? I mean last night, everything that happened?" I say as I zip up my hoodie and walk backwards towards her door. My legs feel numb but I need to get out of here this is so awkward.
"Of course why wouldn't we be?" She tries and suppresses a smile but fails. Her cheeks are then lined with a deep shade of pink. This girl is so easily embarrassed.
"I don't know I just don't want things to be awkward with us just because you're gay and everything and I just want to be your friend or whatever." I start to turn the door knob but turn around when I don't hear her reply.
She looks like she just lost her puppy or something. What is with this girl? She was just fine earlier. She sighs and looks down at my feet.
"What exactly do you remember about last night" She asks me slowly.
"Well, you know, we went to Gray's and I had a couple drinks and you were with your friends…and I'm guessing you drove my car to your house?" Yeah I really don't remember that much but I'm pretty good at this guessing stuff.
It takes her a minute or two to reply before she looks up at me.
"Yeah, that was good; do you have a lot of experience in getting wasted?" She asks sarcastically. I know she's kidding, I mean she doesn't really have a reason to be mad at me.
"Well, I guess you could say that" I reply with a smug face. "I'll see you at school or something" I tell her and exit her room.
I think Spencer's bipolar or something. Her moods change way too easily. It's like one moment she's super happy and the next she looks like it's the end of the world. It's not that I really care…I was just observing.
I drag my tired legs down the stairs and out the door, finally making it to my car. I seriously don't understand why my hangovers are so bad. I would have thought I would be used to them by now.
I pull the handle to find my car locked. Right, keys, I need those. Checking my pockets I realize Spencer must have them from the ride home last night. I let out an exaggerated breath as my tired legs whine and I make my way back up the stairs.
I find Spencer's room again and lightly push the door open.
"Hey, Spen…" I feel this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach as I see the blond girl sitting on the edge of her bed, hands cupped over her face.
She muffles something about my keys being on top of the dresser without leaving her current position. I have this reaction to want to console her, tell her everything's alright, but it's really none of my business. I don't want to get emotionally attached to this girl anyway.
I quickly grab the keys and exit the room. I'm heading down the stairs when I feel a sharp pain of guilt wash over me. It feels like it's tearing at the insides of my stomach. I rush back up the stairs and slowly enter her room again.
She still hasn't moved. Before I know what I'm doing I'm sitting next to her on the bed rubbing soft circles on her back.
"Hey, don't cry everything's fine." I try to calm her with my soothing words but I'm pretty sure I'm making her cry harder.
I really suck at this. I mean who would have thought I would be helping people with their problems.
"No, it's not" She looks at me "Stop saying that."
Her eyes are pink and blotchy and I just feel…sorry, for her. I don't think I've ever even cared enough before to feel sorry for someone.
"Tell me what's wrong then" I know she's probably not but it's worth a try.
"You…" She begans shakily "You, don't even remember" She sighs and rubs off the water beneath her eyes.
I'm so confused. I obviously don't remember what ever was oh so important that made her cry. I mean if it was because of a cheerbitch I could honestly care less, been there, done that.
"Uh, no, I don't" I don't remember, big deal. I don't remember a lot of things.
Spencer has this big look of contemplation on her face. It's the look between wanted to yell and wanting to cry. I feel I should probably do something.
"Hey, but I'm sure whatever happened will work out" I try to sound chipper and place my hand on her back.
"Don't, don't touch me" She snaps at me looking me square in the eye. Even through out the crying and redness of her eyes they're so blue, so, so blue.
She continues looking at me in the eyes and I continue staring into hers for the longest time.
"You kissed me" She finally lets out.
The pain is back in my stomach. My insides are definitely burning and I hate it. I hate this feeling. I say the only thing that I can think of, the only thing I know won't hurt me in the end.
"I was drunk"