Ch. 2 The Morning After (cont.)

-Listen…

-Leila- The (now quite pissed) lady in front of Drake remembered him her name.

-Yeah, Leila, right, I was pretty off last night, I really hope you don't take it personal. I really must go.

He stuttered a little bit, trying to be as kind as he possibly could. Leila walked slowly towards him, nodding and looking elsewhere, deep in thought.

-It's okay pretty boy- she caressed his chin with the back of her hand while looking at him.-I just hate watching you go, you know? For a nearly passed out guy, you really got me going.

She tied the knot around her silky robe tighter and walked past him and opening the front door.

Drake turned around quickly and rose to his feet. Relieved that she wasn't mad at him, and taking the perfect opportunity, he walked past her and once he was on the hallway he dared to speak again. -I'm sorry I didn't remember you, you must have been amazing if you managed me to stay.

-You bet, bye Drake, take care- she replied back with a smile and closed the door.

Drake was now facing a '809' door number, and had a lot of thinking to do. Where was he? How was he going to get home? And well, how hungry he actually was.

'Man I'm starving'- He thought while calling the elevator. Picking the pockets of his jacket, he found his cellphone.

Snapchat.

He frowned instantly banging his head backwards against the elevator wall. -Oh man! - I have to check my story, he thought while instantly feeling a rush of shame. Pictures of him with every girl on the party, occasionally some pictures of Josh doing something dumb, buttnaked and passed out on the sofa, Megan writing on his cheeks, but there was one picture that draw his attention the most.

It was a picture of him standing next to the pool, soaking wet, with a very mischievously smiling woman next to him. -Its her- he said out loud contemplating the picture and didn't realise he was still inside the elevator.

Stepping outside, he realised he wasn't that far away from his place, something inside him didn't feel quite right. Maybe it was the one night stand, maybe it had to do with his hangover, or maybe it was Wendy. Her appearance last night had been itching his very insides. He wasn't fond of these feelings, none of them were in the slightest bit calming.

He took a deep breath, and as soon as he laid eyes on San Diego's mid-day rush hour and urbanization he was sure about one thing.

He was never going to drink again.

Wendy's soft curls were now trapped inside a damp messy bun, reflecting the sunlight as she walked down the street. Her petite figure standing out from the crowd as she made her way. She entered a bar and sat immediately on one of the stools.

-What can I get you? - A man in his mid forties addressed her while holding a notepad.

Her blue eyes brightened at the thought of any meal, and then scanned the menu. -I'll have a cheeseburger with fries, please. And a regular coke.

-Great, on your way- The waiter stormed off with the order, leaving Wendy alone. Or at least that's what she thought, till her phone rang.

Startled, she picked up.

-Meg, whats up?

-What's up with you? - This can't be good- she thought.

-Uh, Meg, you're lucky I remember your name, care to explain? - She looked through the window fiddling with her napkins.

-You ran out with that Dan guy! Did you sleep with him?

-I, um, I guess so- she whispered tightening her grip around the phone while looking around nervously.

-If Nate finds out about this, he's going to slaughter you. Hasn't he called you already?

-I don't even want to check, I'm already pretty shook Meg, I don't know what to do, I mean, I live with the guy, and I can stand a few more hours without a bath, but just a few.

She was starting to talk faster and faster but she was stopped at the sight of her plate being put in front of her.

-Alright, cheeseburger and fries- the waiter interrupted her rant and she thanked him.

-Where are you?

-Waterfront Bar. Listen, the food arrived, can I crash at your place until I figure out what I want to do?

-Sure, be safe.

Wendy's POV.

I stare at my empty plate as a I gulp down the last fries, I'm pretty sure I didn't eat anything last night.

Last night.

I can't help but frown at the thought of Drake. I thought I would never see him again, and I was okay with that. I was doing kinda fine. I was doing an exchange at San Diego while living with my partner at my first year of Tech College. But now what? Suddenly Drake Parker reappears and I cheat on my 2 year boyfriend for a guy named Dan that grows weed for a living? What is wrong with me? I scoff and reach into my bag for my wallet. Fuck you Drake Parker.

For these two months, which Ive been here, I only dedicated myself to my own studies, Nate was more than pleased that we got to live together instead of skyping, and I was more than happy to be with him. But it didn't took him long to get carried away, and things were starting to go downhill. I shook these thoughts and got up from the stool. I took a cab to Megan's house, that's the safest place I can think of.