Cigarettes and Valentines

Chapter 4

Michael' s POV

Fuck was the only word on my mind since the second I woke up. My eyes blinked into the sunlight that was shining directly into my face through the window on the other side of the room.

What room was that even?

When I wanted to sit up to look around and figure where I was, the intense headache threw me back into the pillow. Turning my face to the left, I inhaled the smell of the fabric I was lying on.

Parfume. So I hooked up with someone tonight. Great. At least I know where I was now but the rather interesting question is: who was she and where was she right now?

Freeing my arms from the covers, I noticed that the shirt I was wearing was not mine. A quick gaze under the covers made me realize that also these pants weren't mine.

I decided to try to sit up again; not too eager this time.

As I did so, I looked around the room. Her clothes along with her bra were still on the floor but why was I completely dressed then?

Being all confused, I rubbed my temples, hoping to slightly cure the migraine I felt from the hangover.

I looked around the room once more, searching for my phone but it was no where to be found. Quickly my next step was clear: I had to do the well-known walk of shame.

I wasn't feeling any shame though. Pride was rather something that filled me whenever I had another girl I pleased at night but now the only feeling I felt was pain.

"Uh" I groaned and flinched my face when I tried to place my left foot on the floor.

"It's probably sprained" a familiar voice spoke as my gaze wandered towards the door. Allison stood there, leaning in the frame, watching my actions.

When my look went up and down her body I did my best to remember anything from tonight but as much as I wanted it, my mind refused to.

Picking up my stares, she now walked towards the bed, sitting down next to me in a respectful distance, handing me a glass of water and aspirin.

When I swallowed the pill, emptying the glass right afterwards, I still didn't say a word. I felt sick and I was also really mad with myself for not remembering the sex we had - well, it must've been really bad then after all.

Allison didn't look like a girl who'd sleep with me and not talk about it ever again but apparently she didn't care about our hookup either since none of us wanted to talk about last night.

"I think we should cool your angle with ice" she now spoke, eyeing my tired and puffy face. I must've looked terrible but Allison was as beautiful as ever. I wondered if she was drunk as well or how we even got here but my mind was literally blank. Figuring that I must've been her first, I started to asked myself if I hurt her last night - not that I cared, I was just curious.

"How was your first time?" I now blurted out and smirked over Allison's shocked and confused face.

She was about to say something, her lips even moved and her expression was angry but the words seemed to be stuck in her throat.

Before I knew what she was doing, she was gone. 

She simply decided to ignore my question and leave. 

I tried to get up, limping after her. It's not like I was sorry for making her leave but I came to the conclusion that I should better go home now.

Trying my best to keep the pain as little as possible, I took every step of the stairs carefully.

"Did I tell you to get up or what?" Allison snapped when she saw me walking over to the kitchen where she stood, digging through the freezer.