Why me? (bxb) {Editing}

Chapter Twenty-Four

"It's you." The woman said with tears threatening to escape her eyes.

I looked at her confused.

It's me?

What did she mean? Has she seen me somewhere? I never forget a face and hers, I've never seen. So who is she and why does she look so happy to see me?

I furrowed my brows at her dropping my luggage down. I wanted to ask who she was again but I was silenced when both the man and woman wrapped their arms around me.

I felt suffocated but worse of all I left like I knew them.

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I woke up with a sore throat and severe headache. Lately, I keep having that dream and it is drives me insane. What the hell does it mean?!

I looked around trying to figure out where I was but bed sheets covered my eyes. When I tried to get up I was pulled back down by a strong pair of arms holding my waist. When I looked at the other side of the bed I found Ethan shirtless on the bed with only a white sheet covering him. I was hoping he was only shirtless. I tried holding up the sheet peeking to see if he had any pants on.

I instantly sighed when I saw he had his pants on.

Wait, what if I'm naked?!

I looked down and thank God, I was wearing Ethan's shirt. What happened to what I was wearing? I tried remembering what happened last night but all I could remember was me taking a drink from Brad but that only resulted in my headache getting more painful.

Did me and Ethan have sex? I looked at Ethan biting my nails. What happened last night? I hope I didn't do anything stupid.

I ripped Ethan's arms away from me when I felt the sudden feeling to hurl. I found the door to the bathroom and threw up. When I got up to leave I felt the sensation again and dropped to my knees throwing up again as I was doing so I felt someone's hand on my shoulder.

"Next time don't drink so much." Ethan said.

I nodded, agreeing with him. I do not know how people my age would possibly like drinking alcohol. It is not even legal for them to drink but they sure do love sneaking out of their homes to obtain it.

So this is how Noah feels everytime he is having a hangover.

When I was done throwing up Ethan helped me to bed.

"Take these." Ethan said handing me two pills and a glass of water.

I was quick to put the pills on my mouth and swallow then drink water. All I wanted was for the hangover to go away. I sat on top of the bed and Ethan was beside me. He did not say anything.

I looked up at the ceiling and finally realised this was not my room. I looked around and realised we were not in Daniel and Ariel's mansion. There was a cabinet full of alcohol in the corner of the room and a set of extra towels on top of the night stand. So that means...we were still at the hotel.

Why are we still here?

I tried not to think too much about the fact that Ethan was shirtless but I found me eyes roaming to his chest. Looking away from him I tried to remember last night's events. How come I ended up sleeping with him?

"Ethan..." I start and he his gaze met mine. "Did we...Uhm...did we do...hmmm...it?" I asked rubbing the back of my neck looking away from him.

I was beyond embarrassed.

"No, we did not have sex..." He said with a smile and I sighed. But how did I end up in his shirt? "You threw up a lot last night and got your clothes dirty and I lent you my shirt, I would have lent you my pants also but I didn't think you would have liked seeing me in my underwear after a night of getting drunk." He said and my face turned scarlet.