Shattered (ON HOLD)

Topless Dancer (Part 1)

CHAPTER 8.

Waking up in a poster covered room was unusual for me. So you can only imagine my surprise when that’s the kind of room I woke up to. The walls were covered in posters, three walls were all about bands like Sleeping With Sirens, Pierce The Veil, The Maine, Mayday Parade, etc. then the last wall was covered with paintings and drawings. Confused as hell, I turned around in the bed to face the middle, and almost squealed.

Laying there, on the bed with me, facing me, was Dominic Turner. Yep, the guy that kissed me after knowing me for like only 2 days, the captain of the basketball team, the guy that bashed Mason when he slapped me across the cheek.

What happened? Why am I in his room? Why am I in his bed?

Sitting up and leaning against the head board, i looked around his room. He had two bedside tables, one on each side of his bed, which just so happened to look like a King sized bed, lucky bastard. on one bedside table he had an iPod dock and packets of chips, then on the other there were piles of books, as in English books written in French. What the Hell?

Then directly across from his bed was a door that was slightly opened and i could see white tiles, so I'm guessing that was the bathroom. Next to the door he had a desk with a laptop on it, bottles of empty coke, more packets of chips and more fucking French books. What is with this kid and French?!

Then on his side of the room there were two doors, one leading to the hallway and another leading to a walk in closet, I'm only guessing though. The thing that shocked me the most though was the fact that there were no clothes or anything strewn all around his floor, it was practically clean.

"Like what you see Pumpkin?"

Letting out a small squeal, I turned to see Dominic laying on his side, eyes now opened and smirking at me. And then it was like my head only just registered my squeal because it only just started throbbing. Groaning I flung myself back on the bed, which didn't really help with the throbbing in my head.

"Stop smirking at me you little Turd." I said while rubbing my forehead, trying to stop the throbbing. "What the hell happened last night? I need water. I need something to take away the throbbing. I need food ... I need to pee ..." I added as an after thought.

"Geez Hunter! You don't ask for much now do you?!" Dominic laughed, sitting up in his bed and reaching over to his bed side table, getting two pills and a glass of water, that I didn't see before, and handing them to me. "Here's some tablets and water. The toilet's just through that door," He said, pointing towards the open door, "and as for what happened last night?Well let's see ..."

"Wait!" I exclaimed, swallowing the two tablets and then skulling down the water. "Let me pee first!" climbing out of the bed and rushing to the bathroom to piss. Let me tell you, it was a long piss. When I was finally done I washed my hands and walked out of the bathroom, back to the bed, where Dominic was now leaning against the headboard. "Okay, now you can tell me"

"Okay well after I bashed Mason, we went to the kitchen to get you all cleaned up ..."

"You know what? Change of plans, I don't want you to tell me. Let me just figure it out."

"Okay, whatever you want Sugar." He laughed, laying back down. He flung his arm over his head, still smirking!

"Why don't you have a hangover?" I asked, looking at him and lying back down. "And stop smirking! It's annoying!"

"Because I didn't really drink, you volunteered me for the designated driver last night and I had no choice but to agree." He replied, rolling over so he was lying on his side, looking at me and ... Smirking! The little prick!