A/N Sorry for the short chapter, but I had to entertain you guys! Anyway, theres a new forum of mine, called Meant to Be mad, so if you're not content with reviewing, let me know your deepest thoughts there. Anyway, enjoy!
Chapter 15
Sunlight was stinging my eyelids. Heat was licking my forehead. The duvet was caressing my body. I pulled it colser, feeling its cotton softness, inhaling its...springtime fresh scent? This wasnt my bed!
My eyes snapped open, and the sight that met them was so terrifying, it made me wish I'd never woken up. I was in a room with three walls painted dark, dark purple, one painted white, all four littered in Just Do It! posters. There were barbells in one corner, and the air was thick with the smell of baby powder and socks.
I screamed. I was in a strange room and I screamed. So sue me.
My mouth was covered, however, by a big strong feeling hand. I was just about to bite it and make a run for it when warm arms pulled me back and I saw Brad's face.
"Are you insane?" he asked. "Do you want to wake the household up and let them know you're in my room?"
I grabbeed his hand and dragged it from my mouth and hissed, "Are you holding me hostage or something? You kissed me once and you think you own me?"
"Uh Suze?" whispered Brad, releasing me. "I dont think thats all that happened. You woke beside me. In a bed."
"What did happen then?" I screeched, my voice high and panicky.
Brad shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno," he muttered. "I was wasted before you."
Remembering the large amount of vodka I probably consumed last night, I held my aching head in my hand.
"But we're fully clothed," added Brad, cautiously. "So whatever happened probably wasn't that bad."
"I don't remember anything!" I shrieked. "And neither do you! So how do you really know we're safe?"
A familiar unpleasant sensation occured in my chest. I put my head to my mouth, but it was too late. I barfed all over his sheets. Brad was disgusted, but he didnt say anything about it. Instead, he gently uttered, "Go back to your own bed, Suze. I'll see you later."
So I crept back to my room, stealthily, and unsuccessfully... until I met Lizzie.
"Where've you been?" asked Lizzie impatiently, repainting her stupidly nails.
"Nowhere," I replied. Jesse materialized, then seeing me, scowled, and began to dematerialize.
"Oh no you dont!" I said sharply.
Lizzie looked up. "Are you on crack? I'm painting my nails."
Well, being on crack wasnt in the realm of impossible right now. But I wasnt, I swear. I just kinda forgot she was a lucky bitch and couldnt see Jesse.
"Not on crack," I assured her. "And getting back into bed."
Jesse, despite my wishes had dematerialised. I sighed, thrust my head uner the duvet, and surprisingly went to sleep.