A Little White Lie

Chapter 2

            The next morning, Gemma was hungover.

            Which I found it extremely hard to believe considering the night before I couldn't remember seeing her drink any form of alcohol what so ever. Just water, the only thing she ever drank. She explained that when her and Jack went back to their room they had drank 'a little bit' of alcohol. Gemma, however, couldn't hold down her liquor as well as the rest of us. So this morning, she looked liked shit.

            "You're an idiot," she slurred, holding her hand against her head. Probably hoping that if she squeezed hard enough, any remnants of the hangover would spray out. "You told me there was barely any alcohol in it."

            "Well…" Jack began carefully, scratching the back of his knock nervously. "I may have skimped out on some of the details… You really don’t ever drink, so I may have added in a couple of extra shots of vod-“

            "Vodka?"She asked, rising off the couch directly in front of the TV. "Vodka!" Now she was shouting, clearly pissed off at Jack to all extent. "You freaking low life, moronic, jerk faced imbecile!"

            "I’m pretty sure," he started rhetorically, in his smart aleck tone. "That half the names you just called me don't exist in the English dictionary."

            "For god sake," she started, rubbing her temples with her index fingers. "If you don't shut up, I am going to literally kill you. You're lucky I don't have to work today!"

            It was right at that moment that Gemma’s phone went off, causing it to belt out ‘I’m sexy and I know it’. She quickly rummaged through the contents of the coffee table looking for her phone.

            By the time the song had reached the chorus, Jack felt the need to pipe up with his stupid and entirely uncalled for comments.

            “You know, having that as your ringtone could be considered faulty promotion of the song.”

            Gemma twisted around so she could see Jack, and boy, she did not look happy.

            “You’re on a thin line mate,” she spoke clearly, while pinching her thumb and index finger together, indicating ‘a little’. “If I were you, I’d shut up right about now.”

            She turned back around, and continued moving the magazines away looking for her phone. Gemma found her mobile relatively quickly after that, and as she looked at the caller ID on her screen, her face very suddenly dropped.

“Oh for god sake, its work”

Abbey and I stood up and went into the kitchen.

            “Do you reckon we could kick out Jack and just keep Gemma here?” I turned to look at Abbey.

            “Let me know how that goes,” I laughed sarcastically.

            After rushing through the morning breakfast routine and extinguishing the small fire caused by Abbey and myself; we made our way back out into the lounge room with an overflowing plate of toast and whatever spreads we could gather in our hands upon exiting the room.

            “Ok hold on,” Gemma mumbled sounding slightly agitated. “Just let me grab some pen and paper.”

            I watched her as she leaned forward trying to reach the paper from in front of the TV without getting up. While leaning forward, her pants drifted slightly lower, just enough to reveal her black ‘bonds’ branded underwear. As she continued stretching her arm to all possible levels, Jacks grin grew wider.