blurbs

riley & luzia

riley

"GET YOUR ASS UP." Someone was shaking me, I realized as I gradually entered a state of consciousness. I tried to speak, but the ability to form a coherent thought was harder than I intended, much less trying to speak normally, so all that came out my mouth was mumbled gibberish.

Just as I began to slip back into slumber, I was shoved hard enough to snap me awake. My eyes popped open to see a messy haired girl glaring at me, red faced and naked.

Pause.

"Luzia?" I shot up, and quite stupidly. She didn't get a chance to avoid me, and our heads knocked together with a thump that rattled my skull.

"Fucking idiot!" She cried, cradling her head with a look of pain that mirrored mine. Cinnamon eyes filled with hatred glared me down. "What the fuck is going on?"

The feeling is mutual, I thought to myself as I tossed the sheet off my body. A dull throb at my head made me wince, but I got out of bed nevertheless. "We had sex."

Yes, I had come to that realization long ago. Actually, I had woken up about an hour ago to find a drooling, naked Luzia Hernandez cuddled under me. After a few minutes of half-conscious pondering, I was convinced it was all a hallucination and forced myself back to sleep.

Unfortunately, it was not a hallucination.

Now, it was God knows what time and the girl I despised the most was cussing me out in the most eloquent mix of Spanish and English.

"Stop acting so chill." Her cheeks were pink as I lazily shifted through the room in search of our clothes.

"I don't have the energy to be freaking out," I rolled my eyes, tossing her bra and panties to her. Spotting my boxers and jeans, I added, "I accepted this terrifying reality the minute you woke me up."

She frowned as she snapped her bra on. "What if we actually didn't have sex? There's a possibility."

Dumbass. I snorted. "Yeah, right. So we just got blackout drunk then stripped ass fucking naked to cuddle?"

"Yeah?" Her voice sounded unsure and quiet. I ignored her, continuing the search for our clothes. I swear, if I listened to half the shit that came out Luzia's mouth, I would be dead.

Suddenly, she gasped, and pressed a hand into her chest. She was breathing erratically, like she was having a panic attack. I couldn't quite tell if she was actually panicking or just being a dramatic bitch, so, I stood and waited silently for an explanation.

"We did get blackout drunk. I can't really remember anything." She said slowly, as if the reality was just hitting her. If possible, her face became even redder. "Did we use protection?"

"You're going through the stages of grief too fast," I joked with a smile.

Luzia snatched the nearest thing to her, which was a pillow, and chucked it right at my face. I narrowly avoided it, making her furious. "Answer me!"

"Yes, we did." Luzia visibly relaxed at my words, the little crease between her brows disappearing. I tugged my hoodie over my head, "Anyway, I thought you were on the pill?"