My eyes begin to flutter open. It feels as if my head has been beat against a wall. I open my eyes and look around. I'm in Mitchie's room. I feel something shift in the bed and my stomach begins to feel sick. Im praying Im not right, but I look to my left and there's Mitchie, she's curled up in a little ball, facing me.
I decide to slowly get out of bed. I step on the cold hardwood floor and take each step slowly and carefully. At Least until i step on a familiar pair of jeans. I look next to the jeans and see a very familiar shirt. I'm in my bra and boxers.
I lean down to pick my clothes up and jet out of the room and into the bathroom, praying no one can see me. Once i'm in the bathroom i slide back into my clothes and look in the mirror. I look like a trainwreck. My hair is everywhere and there's huge bags under my eyes.
I run the sink water and decide to wash my face in hopes to make myself feel and look better.i use some listerine to clean my teeth as much as i can and brush my hair. I look back in the mirror and now look like a car wreck, a little better, but nothing great.
I don't realize how long i'm in the bathroom for until i get to the kitchen and see Mason, Caitlin, and Mitchie Sitting at the table with food and coffee. I nod at them while walking to the skillet filled with food.
I start making a plate and Mason comes next to me and a refills his plate.
"Alex, Caitlin slept in my bed last night," he says in an excited whisper. I bump his shoulder with mine as a high five and whisper, "Nice bro." I dare not tell him where i slept.
We go sit down by the girls and i swear when I glance at Mitchie she winks at me. I quickly look down at my plate and begin stuffing my face.
She's probably only doing this to get a little rise out of me. I can't let her win, but i can't really play the game with her brother in the room. I think that's her point and i'm not one for losing.
As everyone sits and talks i sit and listen. Mainly its Caitlin and Mason talking, with Mitchie adding in her two cents in every now and again.
While mason talks he mainly looks at Caitlin, so i decide to slowly reach beside me under the table and rest my hand on Mitchie's thigh. I feel her muscles tense up and i think i her an almost inaudible sigh escape from her lips. I smirk in a tiny victory.
My smirk is taken back when Mitchie leans towards me whispers, "I didn't know this game included touching now. Oh and nice bod by the way."
I pull my hand away from her thigh and I know i've just stepped up the game, but Mitchie won't stand down.
"What are you guys whispering about?" Mason asks as Mitchie straightens up. I feel trapped. It's hard for me to lie to him, but i can't be honest.
Before i even have a chance to say anything Mitchie retaliates with, "We were talking about your sweet dance moves you showed off last night."
He returns to his conversation with Caitlin and i use my peripheral vision to look at Mitchie while i eat. I'm in a battle now and it might be the death of me, but i won't let her win.