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Courtney felt the sun hit her face followed by the immediate pounding of her head. She buried her face under one of the large, fluffy pillows on the bed trying, and failing, to block out the noise and smell of food that was floating up from downstairs. After a couple more minutes were spent tossing and turning, the brunette threw off the covers, and felt around for her cellphone. Looking around the room through hazy vision, she realized that she wasn't in her room. She didn't even realize where she was.
She was in a bedroom that smelled faintly of weed, with miscellaneous clothes and empty beer cans scattered on the floor. There was a few posters of half-naked girls on the walls and a ton of pot leaf decals that made the teenager roll her eyes. The only thing that held the girl's interest was an overturned picture on the nightstand by the bed. She flipped it over to reveal her best friend's smiling face in the arms of her then-boyfriend on the middle of some beach. Courtney frowned, and turned the picture back around.
The Latina tried to recall the events of last night, but it was all coming back to her in blurs. She remembered a whole lot of drinking and laughing and… Geoff? Well, that couldn't be right!
Courtney peered around once again for her cellphone, and after locating it she dialed Bridgette's number in an attempt to figure out what the hell was going on. The phone rang three times before going straight to voicemail. Groaning, she stepped out of bed in an attempt to find another person who could tell her what happened last night.
The girl ignored the dizziness she felt upon standing up, and began to make her way out of the bedroom and downstairs. It didn't take long for her to change direction to the nearest bathroom when a wave of nausea hit over her. Courtney dodged her way into the half-bath at the end of the hallway and threw up into the toilet.
Feeling completely disgusted afterwards, she searched in the medicine cabinet for some toothpaste and aspirin, praying that she wouldn't be sick again. After dry-swallowing a couple of pills and swishing toothpaste around her mouth, Courtney looked at herself in the mirror and groaned at the sight.
She looked like hell. Her hair was tangled, her eyes were bloodshot with dark circles underneath them and her leftover makeup had smeared on her face. To top it off, she wasn't even wearing that skanky dress from last night! Instead, she was draped in a pink button-up shirt that was a few sizes too big on her.
Frustrated, Courtney made her way downstairs into the trashed living room, planning on finding her keys or some sucker to give her a ride and heading home to shower and start the huge to-do list of things that she has yet to accomplish this weekend. The brunette was fully planning on putting the events that she can barely remember from last night behind her.
She went into the kitchen, going to get a glass of water before starting her search for her belongings, and that is where she found Geoff, with a cheery grin and a trash bag, picking up the empty red solo cups that littered the floor.
"Hey, Mocha," he greeted. Seeming to be unaffected by the previous night, save for a black eye and some messed up hair.
"Excuse me, Geoff," she started, not in the mood to deal with his happy demeanor.
"Yeah, Moch? You want some breakfast? There's some eggs and orange juice and cer-"
"No!"
"Uh, you sure, brah? You look pretty banged up from all the beer you consumed last night. You handle the keg like a pro…" Courtney looked at Geoff in horror. There was no way that someone as professional and proper as she was would be caught dead drinking from a keg. Then again, she did date Duncan. The party boy frowned at his companion as she began to rub her temples out of stress and frustration. "Is your hangover that bad? I mean I could probably find you an Advil or something…"
Courtney groaned once again. "Geoff, since you are the only one here, do you mind telling me what happened last night?"
"Uh… sure, Court…" He said, unsure of even where to begin, or if she would want to know what went on.
"I mean, I would ask Bridgette, but she failed to pick up my phone call."
"Right…"
"And, after you tell me what happened and I find my keys, I will be leaving and you can be free to smoke weed with Duncan," she spat.
"Courtney?"
"Also, why do you have a black eye?" she continued. "God, Geoff, can you even control yourself for one night? I told Bridgette that you were too careless, I told her!"
"Hey, Court, that's not really fair. She was the one that cheated on me…" Geoff defended. Courtney just rolled her eyes and continued on with her rant.
"Ugh! That is besides the point! Tell me what happened last night!"
Geoff's blue eyes looked into her brown ones before sighing. "Where do you want me to start, Moch?"
"First of all, It's Courtney and secondly," she paused, looking at her acquaintance. "Where did you get the black eye?" The brunette went over to the Geoff, placing a hand on his face to examine it.
"Ouch, Court."
"Shut up and let me help! I was a C.I.T afterall!"
Geoff nodded at the girl. "Sure, brah, do your think. The first aid kit is over there," he said, pointing a thumb towards the closet by the kitchen.
After retrieving the supplies, Courtney began to tend to Geoff's wound. Silence filled the air around him, as the girl gently cleaned various scrapes she found on the boy's face, sending tingles throughout his body as she did. Afterwards, she filled up a ziplock back with some ice cubes that she found in the freezer, and wrapped it in a couple layers of paper towels. The former C.I.T gingerly pressed the ice pack onto Geoff's eye, and held it there as she waited for him to speak.
"How did you get the black eye?" She asked once again.
Silence.
"Geoff!"
"Duncan kinda hit me…"
Courtney raised an eyebrow at him. "Duncan?" she questioned, skeptically.
"Mhmmm"
"And what possible reason would Duncan have for punching you?"
"Uh…"
"Well?"
"The Maple Leaves won last night! They're Stanley Cup bound, brah!"
"I don't care about the stupid Maple Leaves, you idiot! Now tell me why he punched you so I can find my stupid dress and keys an-" Courtney's eyes widened a bit as she peered back down at the shirt she woke up in. It was the one that Geoff had worn the previous night. Little bits and pieces were coming back to the girl. Destroying beer pong, watching Bridgette run out of the room, singing karaoke to some Grease song, and most importantly kissing Geoff.
"Mocha, are you okay?" The girl looked like she was on the verge of a panic attack. She dropped the ice pack that she had been holding on the blonde's eye and began to back away from him.
"Geoff, did we…" She didn't even want to say it. Her entire reputation was ruined! She was going to now be known as the slut who fucked her best friend's ex!
Geoff, upon realizing what she was insinuating, began to protest. "Nah, brah, we didn't have sex or anything! I wouldn't take advantage of a drunk girl. We just kinda...ya know…"
"Kind of what?" She said fiddling for her nearly dead cell phone in order to call Bridgette and apologize.
"Uh...We just sort of made out and stuff, but everyone was really drunk. I mean you were nearly wasted. No one probably remembers or anything…"
"We just sort of 'made out and stuff'? In front of the entire party?"
"Uh… Mocha, calm down. It's not that big of a deal."
"Not a big deal? I made out with my best friend's ex, and my ex gave you a black eye because of it! Everyone at school is going to think that I am a huge, drunk slut! How is that not a big deal, Geoff?"
The blonde just shrugged. "Calm down, Courtney. Why do you even care what they think about you? We're graduating in a couple of months anyways?"
"Listen, Geoff. I know that you don't really care if the entire school thinks that you are some stoner party boy, but my parents are lawyers! I got into Harvard! I have a reputation to uphold! And what about Bridgette? Don't you care what she thinks?"
Geoff didn't want to answer.
"Ugh! Of course you don't! You don't care about anything! You're just like Duncan!"
"That's not cool, Court-"
"You know what? I think that I should leave."
"Moch, don't be like that! We can fix it!" He said, unphased by her bitchy comments. He had known the girl for most of his life, and it really wouldn't be Courtney if she wasn't being somewhat of a bitch.
"No, Geoff, we won't fix anything! You are a loser who is going nowhere in live and I am going to be valedictorian and run for office one day. You just stay here before you ruin something else for me and never speak to me again!"
Slightly hurt, Geoff followed her out of the kitchen and up towards his bedroom, where Courtney slammed the door on his face and located her dress. She put the stupid thing back on, feeling like a total slut when it slid back up her thighs, and grabbed the clutch that she had kept her keys in.
Ignoring Geoff's comments, the brunette retreated out of the house and into her car, the only car still left in his driveway, calling Bridgette one last time before her phone died.
A/N:
I could give you guys a million apologies but I don't think that it would make up for my lack of updating. I could give you two million reasons why, but I would still feel like an asshole.
I probably seem like an even bigger asshole with the way that this chapter ended...
Having said that, some nice anonymous reviewer left me a review yesterday saying that they look forward to this being updated and are disappointed when it isn't. I am so sorry that I unintentionally held this story hostage and I promise you the next update will be quicker, since I am on Spring Break and have plenty of time to work on it.
This chapter might be a little rushed, because I felt like a horrible author and wrote it out in one sitting. It's also a bit shorter than the last chapter, but on the bright side, this story is going to be a bit longer than I originally planed.
This story has the most satisfying reviews, because I feel like everyone starts of reading it thinking that I am insane for pairing such random characters together, but seem to end up liking the concept of it and really is all that I want.
Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it/can forgive me for long wait.
Also, go Bruins.
Jenna.