Who to Trust?

Ch 8 - Remembering

Previously on Who to Trust?

"They can deal with that shit themselves." His tone had turned husky again. He moved towards me, his intent clear as day. Just as he reached me, I jumped up, his arms catching underneath my thighs as I wrapped my legs around his waist as our lips reconnected with a spark. He slowly walked forward until my back was against a tree. It was slanted slightly so it was comfortable for me and Corpse didn't have to support my weight the whole time. We could just focus on each other.

However the hell this night managed to turn out better than I expected, wasn't something I was going to question. A smile threatened to split my face. Not a hope in hell.

~=Self Harm in this Chapter=~

~=Corpse=~

The morning sun hit my eyelids, stirring me awake. Fucking asshole. I tried to move so that I could keep sleeping, but something was stopping me, or rather, someone. I opened one of my eyes to spy Lexi spooning with me, her head resting on my arm. As I gazed at her in the morning light, I couldn't help but notice the little intricacies that her face held. The occasional freckle, the different coloured hues that seemed to differ from each strand of hair, cascading down her face. The moment didn't last as I realised a few things wrong with this picture.

First, I'm in a backyard, lying on the ground. That would be why I can feel a pain in my back and neck. Second, how the hell did Lexi and I end up like this? Where the hell am I? A few memories of last night came to me; walking in and taking a few shots. Taking even more shots with Scarra and Michael. I don't even remember how many I had. Just the thought of it alone brought attention to the headache that I had, but it was manageable. I couldn't really remember the rest of the night.

I felt Lexi shift on my shoulder. I moved to look at her as she slowly fluttered her eyes open.

"Hey", her voice came out in a raspy tone. Despite the situation I know she knows we're in, she hasn't moved. I would've expected her to have jumped away.

"Hey," my own morning voice rumbled deep within my chest. I was about to ask her about what happened last night when she leaned in and kissed me before settling back down on my shoulder. What? Huh? It took a few seconds before my brain could catch up to what just happened.

"Umm, Lexi?...... I... don't really remember... last night..." I figured I'd rather get straight to the point than somehow lead her on. Something obviously happened last night, I just can't remember what. It was also the fact that I couldn't remember that caused Lexi to separate from me pretty quickly. I subconsciously missed the warmth that was now absent from my body. We sat up but didn't say anything. The slight morning breeze making the leaves above us shimmer.

An awkward silence reigned for a few seconds before I spoke again. "I'm sorry. I just...had a lot to drink last night and I don't remember much. It's safe to say that something happened between us last night, but I just can't remember what. Do you remember?" I ended my question sounding hopeful. This was one of my best friends and one of the most attractive women I've ever met in my life. I needed to know what happened.

Lexi didn't respond, she simply stood up and held her out for me to grab onto as well. I grabbed hold of it, noticing the large size difference before standing up myself. What I wasn't expecting was for her to grab at the collar of my shirt and pull me down to give me another kiss. This time, however, I kissed back. I moved my hands to her waist to pull her closer and into me. She let out a soft moan into my mouth, last night's alcohol still on our breaths. Our tongues got involved not long after. It ended too soon as she pulled back. She began to back away, so I let go of her waist. I was just standing there, panting slightly as I watched the girl take a few steps back, a questioning look on my face.