I frantically shook him awake. It took a while but he woke eventually.
"What the actual fuck are you doing?" He said with an attitude, his voice kind of breaking apart as he just woke up and didn't even have time to yawn, I would be angry too.
"What the actual fudge are you doing?" I replied, crossing my arms and making sure to exaggerate the word 'you' and also keeping my swearing PG.
He chuckled which made me furious somehow, usually I'd like his little laughs of tease.
"We didn't do anything.. you know. And fudge?" His morning voice was soft and knocked me off my feet, and the other emotion I was feeling, made me want to knock him off his feet, on the ground and into a coma.
"My head hurts.." I groaned, obviously wanting him to do something about it but he just stared at me, very weirdly.. And it made me want to slap him.
"Can you get me some water? Or something.."
"Make me." He seemed kind of pissed off but I hadn't done anything to him except wake him up.
"What's your problem?" My voiced raised slightly, arms still crossed.
"You. Your my problem."
I hesitated before replying.
"I didn't do shit, stop being such a child." Shooting back at him.
"Stop being so selfish."
"I didn't do shit to you, why are you being such a jackass?" I shot back. He got out of my bed and walked downstairs. "Where do you think your going?"
I threw my sheets off of me and scurried down the stairs. I saw Demetrius closing my fridge then as he walked past me he shoved a bottle of water into my chest, and carried on with his silence.
Then he hopped back up the stairs as I scoffed and opened the bottle.
Seconds later, he came hopping back down with his car keys and jacket in his hands.
"So what your just leaving?" He stopped in his tracks and stared at me. It was weird but he's hot so I didn't call him out for it.
"I got you your water, now I'm going." How cold blooded could he honestly get?
So I watched, standing there as he just walked out the door, I wanted to throw my water at him, for waking up in my bed and being a total dick to me for no reason.
My phone dinged as I still stood standing at my closed door in complete frustration. I assumed it was Demetrius, because nobody actually texts me but him. I ignored the notification ding and just slumped onto my sofa, scavenging for the remote.
*
For the next 20 minutes, I sat watching 'Twilight New Moon' with a massive hangover. I got up to find Advil for my throbbing head when I heard my phone ringing.
I picked it up and I saw that the number was unknown and not saved to my contacts. I answered the phone anyways to make sure it wasn't a prank caller. "Hello?" the voice sounded vaguely familiar.
"Vino? Is that you?" I heard yelling and swearing in the background of Vino talking.
"Laia! Come quick, Demetri's beating up Wesley. I think they're fighting because of you."
What? Why? Where? I was so confused. Fighting because of me?
"Where are you?"
"The park behind the school, hurry up! Demetri is going to be charged for fucking murder."
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Playing The Player
RomanceLaia, a girl that moves almost every 6 months, has a least 10 boyfriends a year, ends up moving to Columbia, Kentucky. Where she meets a boy, just like her. A player. They unknowingly share many common interests, hobby's and want to get in each oth...