Author's Note: Sorry. Been busy with stuff for the move. And I turned seventeen. Love life has been…eventful… And social life has for some reason become very lively… Anyway. Chapter ahoy!

Chapter Thirteen: Another Hangover.

Ow.

My head hurt.

Again.

I tried to sit up but my head was too heavy for it, and I appeared to be stuck to leather. I attempted to open my one good eye, after struggling momentarily I succeeded. I was laid on one of the sofas, the lighting was dim in the lounge. I could make out two people on the other sofa, they were making noises. I squinted and noticed that it was Leggy and Vince. Making out.

"Oh yeah, that's playing hard to get…" I said to no one in particular, trying to sit up again.

They stopped groping each other just long enough to glare at me and throw a cushion. It hit me in the face, knocking me back down when I was halfway up. Bastards. I started to sit up again. As soon as I was fully up I wanted to lay back down. Sitting up made my head worse.

Note to self:

Don't let Leggy near a jukebox in public.

Never eat cherry twists again. Ever.

Don't let Leggy go near a delivery room.

Don't sit up after waking up from being massively drunk.

I rested my elbows on my knees and leaned my head down, rubbing my temples. I closed my eye and groaned slightly. I looked up slightly threw the curtain of hair and wondered why Leggy didn't have a hangover. I tried to remember what had happened, I mean, why was Vince there? Who's other voices could I hear? What time was it? Why was I in my underwear? Did bees have knees!

"Can you detach yourselves from one another long enough to explain to me what happened?" I asked the two fiends making out on the couch.

They ignored me, so I mustered all of my strength and threw the cushion they'd thrown at me, at them. They still didn't stop.

"Hey!" I yelled in an annoyed tone.

They parted and Leggy looked at me peevishly, which she seemed to be doing a lot lately, and replied, "Yes madam?"

I matched her peevish glare, "What happened?"

"The guys had left just before you came back, to get some more booze, but the dumbasses ended up drinking it and taking hours. Me and you got drunk. And then they came back. You were totally out of it. Passed out on the couch. Guys are still here. Beers in the kitchen. Go get one. Take your time." She hinted towards Vince and the couch.

I scoffed in response. "How out of it was I?"

She looked at me blankly, "You're in your underwear. Take a wild guess."

I stood up, deciding I'd go look for my clothes. "I didn't do anything else did I?"

She smiled evilly, "Let me see… You smashed up the layout of our breadstick house, and then started eating the crumbs. Then you found a spider and became obsessed with what spiders smelt like, so ended up stalking it all around the floor, trying to smell the damn thing. Then you stripped because I dared you, Fuzzy slipped a five dollar note into the hem of your pants. That caused Ace to completely go off on one with Fuzzy and then you. Fuzzy sort of backed out while you and Ace just tore at each other. You ended slapping him and marching off. I followed you to see you'd perked up and were then trying to find out what moths smelt like. And you're terrified of moths, which made it all the more hilarious to watch. And then you came back inside, sulked on the couch, and then you fell asleep."

I stared at her with wide eyes. "I punched Ace? Ace was here?"

She looked at me with anxious eyes, "He still is."

I gulped. "I think I'm going to go lay down."

"Put some clothes on first. You'll give out the wrong impression if you walk around in your underwear." Leggy stuck her tongue out at me and then shoved it down Vince's throat. It surprised both me and him.

I wandered off into the hallway and went up the stairs. I couldn't be bothered to go find my clothes. I just wanted to go back to sleep, and I wanted to avoid Ace at all costs. I turned down one of the corridors, trying to remember which room I'd picked out to stay in. And then I began to think 'Did I even pick out a room?', I must have though, because I could remember dumping my bag in one of the rooms at some point.

I'm not sure why I was so bothered about having 'my room', all I really wanted to do was sleep. So why did it matter so much what room I did it in? I realized it didn't and shrugged at myself. I picked a door at random and turned the knob, the sight I saw shocked me to the core.

'She's nothing!' he'd said to me, but there he was. And there she was. The flash of her red hair reflecting how much anger I felt. Their lips were all over each other's semi naked bodies. I stood there, unable to move, unable to speak. And then her eyes met mine, they showed no emotion, she looked at me as if she wasn't really seeing me. As if she didn't know if I was really there or not. I looked at her matching black lace underwear, the stockings and garter belt, and how she filled them out with perfect curves. I thought of me, stood there in mismatching underwear that I only just filled out, with tears in my eye.

Ace had followed her eyes and looked at me, he looked taken aback and I noticed a red/purple mark below his eye. My eye met his and I could feel one of the tears overflow and trickle down my cheek. I slammed the door and fell back against the opposite wall, overcome with anger and longing and sadness, but also the door had slammed pretty loudly and caused my head to hurt even more.

I heard mumbling in the room, I heard the red-head's voice, she sounded angry, but I couldn't make anything out. Then I heard movement, it became louder and I realized whoever it was was coming towards the door. I didn't want a confrontation, I wanted to bury my head into a pillow, cry, and then fall asleep. I turned and made my way to the closest door, which was about ten feet away.

I was two feet away when the other door banged open and I turned quickly to see Ace zipping up his jeans, sweat glistening on his face and chest, I noticed that his hair was still perfectly in place. I began to step back slowly, thinking I could get inside the room, shut the door and lock it before he could even start moving. Too late, he noticed me stepping backwards.

"Don't you dare try and fucking escape again!" He yelled angrily, taking a few steps towards me.

I froze, looking at him, tears flowing freely from my one good eye.

He'd stopped walking, "I can't blame you though, you always run away from things instead of actually trying to sort them out." His eyes showed anger and hurt.

"Just drop it." I said through gritted teeth. "Go back to your fiancée and leave me the fuck alone."

He looked at me with a disgusted look on his face, "Why do you always have to act the victim?"

"I don-"

He cut me off, yelling, "Yes! Yes you fucking do!" He rubbed his forehead, "First you have abusive father. Then you tell me your boyfriend made you sleep with guys for drug money. And even though you're the one that left, you somehow manage to make it seem like my fault! That you're hurting more than me!"

"I came back didn't I?" I whimpered, "I came back. I missed you. I love you."

The anger fell from his face and he looked at me in shock, and I realized what I'd said.

"Loved. I meant loved." I said quickly, looking at my feet.

"No. No you said-"

"Listen," the red heard appeared full clothed at the doorway looking immaculate, she turned to Ace, "I'm obviously not that important to you. If you can tear yourself away from her long enough to see me, you know where I'll be." Her voice was full of quiet rage, and she had Ace's full attention.

He watched her as she turned and walked down the corridor, he made no move to stop her, I wanted to see his face, to see if he was giving her the look that he used to give me. But then I noticed the opportunity I had.

I turned quickly and opened the door, slamming it behind me and locking it. I looked into the room to discover I was standing in a study.

Shit.

Author's Note: Longer than usual to make up for my lack of updating. Love you dudes!