How I Fell For a Self-Centered Jerk [COMPLETED]

Chapter Five

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Chapter Five

            "Here," Charlie says, barging in through my window handing me a mug and some aspirin.

            "Ugh, thanks," I say, sitting up and running a hand through my bedhead.

            "No problem." He smirks.

            "What?" I ask, after taking the aspirin.

            "You don't remember what happened last night at all, do you?" he asks.

            "No," I groaned, "What did I do?"

            "Not much, besides getting piss-drunk, and then Ikissedyou," He mumbled the last part, and mushed the words together.

            "Charlie. Way to take advantage of a girl when she's drunk," I sighed.

            "Well, actually," he smirked, "You kissed me."

            "Sure I did," I rolled my eyes.

            "You did! I swear! You kissed me when I took you home, and I quote you said, 'Charlie, you're really hot,' in this terribly drunken slur. I kid you not!" he says, looking completely serious, and very amused.

            "Ugh, never let me drink that much again," I groaned.

            "It's okay, baby girl, I think you're really hot too," he smiled, looking serious, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

            "It's funny though, you didn't get sick, hardly at all. I figured I'd be holding your hair all night, but no. You puked like once, and that was it," he looked at me.

            "I can hold my liquor," I smiled, "I've drank since I was ten. I'm just not used to cheap beer."

            "Then what are you used to?" he asked, laughing.

            "Wine, champagne, and a little vodka," I smiled.

            "I would have never guessed that," he looked at me, shocked.

            "My dad is a business man. He throws stupid little posh parties and brags.  Drinking is the only thing I get to look forward to during these," I laugh.

            "So you end up sitting and drinking alone practically every Saturday night?" he looked at me incredulously.

            "Well, yeah, unless some old creepy guy tries to hit on me," I laugh.

            "That must suck," he looks at me pityingly.

            "Yeah, I guess, but I don't want your pity," I say, my voice flat.

            "No, no it's not that, it's just that I thought you sat and studied all weekend, but no, it's worse. You drink alone," he says, jokingly.

            "Yeah, yeah," I roll my eyes.