That sober feeling only lasts a second as I feel the effects once again as I stumble over to the sink. I washed off the rest of my makeup after about five minutes of scrubbing and I finally got most of it off. I'm in the middle of taking down my hair when that jerk struts through the open door. He was literally strutting like he was a runway model. He wore a "sexy" pout that just made him look like he needed to poop. This made me laugh so hard I stumbled to the side tripping on my own feet. I closed my eyes scared to fall when I landed in a familiar pair of sting arms.
"Wow, I didn't think you'd fall for me this quick princess." He winked at me. My drunk ass giggled at this. I reached for my purse that was slung over his shoulder. He grabbed my hand in his and shook his head. "Nope, you still owe me." He said with a smirk. I nodded and leaned in and closing my eyes. Then I planted a big fat kiss right on his… cheek. I giggled and grabbed my purse from him. I pushed him out the door as he wiped his cheek.
After putting on my underwear and going to grab the sweats from the bed where I left them I felt really nauseous. I turned in the doorway and rushed over to the toilet. A second later I feel someone awkwardly holding my hair back and rubbing circles on my back. I feel exhausted and I lay down on the cool tile floor, instantly falling asleep.
I wake up to the sound of a phone ringing. I attempt to sit up and shit it off but I'm pulled down by a pair of arms tightening against my movement. I freeze not remembering anything from last night after dancing with that jerk. Fuck I drank too much. I twist in the arms praying it wasn't him. It was. I screech and try to get out of his arms. He wakes up, probably because of my screeching, and pulls me closer to him. He looks around the room frantically, finally loosening his grip when he realizes there's nothing wrong.
"What's going on? Are you okay?" He moves one hand from my waist to my face. I push him off me and scramble off the bed.
"No, I'm not okay! Why the hell did I wake up next to you!" I glance down and realize I'm only in a dude's t-shirt and underwear. "Where are my clothes? whose are these? Why was I in bed with you? Did we have se-" before I can finish asking all the questions running through my pounding head he interrupts.
"I would never take advantage of someone as drunk as you were last night." His voice has a hint of anger in it and I instantly feel kinda bad for assuming. "Your clothes got wet so I lent you some of mine you passed out on the bathroom floor before you could put on any pants and I didn't want to dress you. I put you on the bed and you asked me to stay and I fell asleep otherwise I would've slept on the couch." He finished and all the panic left my body. He was nice to me last night. It made me kinda happy I've never had that before.
Then I realized that he had never been nice to me before and I felt confused. He's always such an ass, why would he help me? Thinking was making my head hurt more so I groaned and laid back down on the bed next to him. He apparently found this hilarious and started laughing loudly. I would've found his laugh contagious if my head didn't hurt so much. Too bad it did so I found his laugh annoying. I slapped his arm and he laughed harder. Before I could tell him to shut up someone burst through the door.
"Jackson you gotta get down here!" The boy screamed, panicked, and rushed back out of the room. Jackson right behind him. I froze. Jackson? As in the most popular boy in our school, the one every girl wants to be with. The "bad boy player" as Lily put it. This is his party… so that explains why he took care of me last night can't exactly have someone die at your party. I walked over to the open door leading to a bathroom and saw my clothes hanging from the shower with my bathing suit. I slipped my clothes on and grabbed my purse from the counter.
I called an Uber and checked my messages. I had two from Lily.
Having Jackson get your purse nice ;) I'm so gonna need the deets xx
Btw he also said he'd drop you off so I gave him the address. I'm driving us back to your place now we won't wait up ;)
I rolled my eyes at her. I walked out the front door and climbed into the uber heading home. When I finally got there the girls were still passed out so I took an aspirin and a shower. After my thirty-minute shower, my head was feeling a little better but not enough to do anything but sleep. I was about to fall asleep when my phone buzzed letting me know I had a text. I opened it and saw the name said "Prince Charming". I was curious so I opened the message.
Hey, princess are you okay? I came back and you were gone…
I smile. Who would've texted me this?
Oh this is Jackson btw
My smile vanished as I read his name. Just him making sure I didn't die at his house. He saw that I read it so I had to reply.
Yeah, I'm fine thank you for taking care of me last night I owe you.
I woke up around three in the afternoon and went to wake the girls. While they showered I watched the last few episodes of the vampire diaries. The girls joined me as I started the originals.
We spent the rest of the weekend like this. Gossiping about hot celebs and watching Netflix. The girls left Sunday morning around ten and I was left all alone again. I don't hate being alone in this big house, I'm just still not used to it. I decided to not think about it. Instead, I put on the new season of Supernatural. Halfway through my third episode, I got a text from Prince Charming.
Come outside
Confused, I look out the window and see Jackson leaning against his bike. Slipping on my converse I walk out the door and over to him.
"What are you doing here?" He chuckles looking at my outfit.
"You can't go out in that." I look down at my cami and butterfly shorts embarrassed.
"Good thing I'm not going anywhere." I say defensively. He gives me a bored expression before grabbing my hand and leading me into the house. I'm about to protest when he puts his hand over my mouth.
"You owe me for Friday night princess." He grins at me. "So you're coming to my family barbecue. You're gonna pretend to be my girlfriend so my family stops bugging me about settling down." I roll my eyes knowing I do owe him. I grab his hand and lead him upstairs to my room. I grab three outfits from the closet and hand them to him.
"I know nothing about your family or where we're going charming," I tell him when I notice his confused face. "so pick an outfit." He nods and looks over the outfits deciding on the white sundress that stops just above my knees and a jean jacket. I grab it and change in the bathroom. When I walk out Jackson hands me my favorite white sandals and we head out.
Once we're outside I look at his bike. Fuck I'm in a dress how the hell am I supposed to ride that thing in a dress? I grab my keys out of my purse.
"Charming!" As he turns to me I toss my keys at them and he catches them easily. "I'm in a dress, we can't take your bike. I would drive but I don't know where we're going still." He nods and climbs into the car. Not one for talking I guess. This is going to be an awkward ride.