Getting Even

5. Confused

   I woke up the next morning with a horrible headache. Someone's arm was draped over my stomach. My vision was blurry but I couldn't make out who it was. I quickly removed their arm and inched my way out of bed. I realized we were at my house. After regaining my vision, I realized it was just Chelsea. Thank God! I was hoping I didn't bring Jake home last night.

Jake.

   The last thing I even remember from last night is walking down to the dock with him. I remember that slut of a waitress too. Other than that, the whole night is kind of a blur to me. I looked over at Chelsea and stared at her trying to regain my memory. Me and Chelsea must have been drinking last night. That's the only thing I could come up with.

   "Why are you staring at me like I'm a piece of meat?" Chelsea said, startling me. She gave me her signature 'fuck off' look.  "If you're hungry, go downstairs and get your ass some food, because I'm not breakfast."

   "Boy, someone woke up on the right side of the bed, and for your information, I was just trying to figure out what happened last night. I don't remember anything. Do you?" I asked, in hopes that she would help me remember myself.

   She sat up real quick and leaned back on her elbows. She gave me a confused look. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally said, "I don't remember anything either. What the hell happened last night? Did we get drunk or something?"

   "Shit, your guess is as good as mine. Literally anything could have happened last night. We could have been slipped a roofie and gotten raped. We could be harvesting rape babies in our stomachs right now and not even know it. We could even have killed someone, but we wouldn't know. We don't remember anything." I said as serious as I could.

   Chelsea just looked at me an annoyed look and rolled her eyes. She pulled the covers off of her, got up, and stomped off to the bathroom. I jumped on the bed, face first, and just laid of my stomach.

   "Katie!" Chelsea yelled from the bathrom, making me jump.

   "WHAT?" I yelled back, slightly irritated and on edge.

   "Sheesh, calm down. Anyways, I was going to say, let's just ask Jake what happened? We can even ask the newly found model boyfriend of mine." I could hear the smirk playing on her lips.

   "Fine, we'll do that." I sat there for a minute thinking they could help us. Then I remembered that I don't even have Jake's number. I never got it from him. "Hey dude, I don't have a way to get ahold of Jake. You think you can ask that newly found model boyfriend of yours if I can have Jake's number?" I asked as sweet as I could.

   As much as Jake makes me feel alive and free and happy, I can't shake the feeling that he isn't being open and honest with me. I guess a guy who is usually withdrawn would be hiding a thing or two. If I could just figure out what those are, I would feel much more comfortable going out with him. For right now, I'm not so sure. Being a teenage girl is so hard!

   I headed for my closet to pick out what I'm wearing after I shower. There is no telling what I got into last night, and from the smell that just so happens to be radiating off of me, I definitely need a shower. I just picked out some shorts, a Texas Rangers shirt, and a pair of white vans. Today is going to be a lazy day for me, I thought, as I headed towards the bathroom.

   I opened to door to see a very tired Chelsea with her elbows on her knees and head in her hands while sitting on the toilet. I walked over and pulled one arm up from under her, causing her to almost fall over. She didn't say anything. She just gave me that 'fuck off' look and continued about her business.

"You're taking way too long. I'm taking a shower." I said as I set my clothes on the shower.

   "Cool, I don't care. I mean we've showered together since we were born, so it's nothing I haven't seen before," she replied monotonously.

   "Still, cover your eyes." She did that, as I took off my clothes and slipped into the shower before pulling the curtains to hide myself. I turned the water. I almost fell once I felt the cold water hit my back. It almost felt like I was sitting in a beach chair, naked, in the snow. I turn the cold water off, and turned the hot on. Yet again, I jumped and almost fell. I'm either taking a plunge in Antarctica or out for a nice tan in hell. This really isn't my morning. I got the water to how I wanted and took a quick shower.

   Once I was out, Chelsea had already done her business and was out of the bathroom. I wrapped a towel around me, walked over to the mirror, and just stared at myself. I had a cut on my nose, a bruise on my upper left arm, and a clearly noted bump on my head that hurts without even touching it. It took me a second to take in what I'm seeing. Either I got into a fight with someone, or I took a nasty fall. I'm extremely clumsy when I'm drunk.

   I had a sudden thought. I walked into my room with the towel draped around me and grabbed my phone from the bedside table. Much to my dismay, it was dead. Grabbing the charger and plugging it into the bathroom outlet by the mirror, I stood there getting impatient each second that passes. iPhones are the worst, due to the fact that they take too long to turn on. Nevertheless, it finally did. I figured if anything major happened, something in my phone could give me ideas of what happened the night before. I had one text this morning.

From Jenna

Is something wrong? You looked really unhappy last night."

Delivered 3:38 A.M.

I quickly threw on my clothes, and ran out of the room. I grabbed my wallet and keys. Chelsea was doing her makeup in front of my long mirror. I grabbed her, and before she could say anything, we were out of the door.

"Do your makeup in the car. I know where we have to go." She didn't protest. We got into the car and drove off.