Ain't no damn wolf

Chapter 17

Ashley's POV
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I could get used to this.

You know.. Waking up on one hell of a comfortable bed with the view of Jake's wide bare chest. He didn't have his usual iron grip on me this time, so I got out the bed with ease. I did what any other girl would do first thing in the morning and walked over to the mirror just to see a wreck.

Wow. Last night must have been crazy.

I still had my dress on, which answered why I was so uncomfortable, and my hair was no longer flowing freely but now resembled the wires of earpieces after taken out of a bag. My makeup was a bit smudged and I had puffy eyes. I cried? Since when did I-- oh yea I did. I opened the closet and rummaged through it looking for a pair of comfy clothes to wear.

'What are you doing..?' I heard Jake yawn and he pulled the covers off him to reveal him in his boxers. Oh man, first thing in the morning and I get some hot sexy fan service. I snorted when he rubbed his eyes like a little kid and turned my back on him, 'I'm looking for Narnia Jake.'

Ohh sarcasm..

'Ha. Ha. Very funny Princess.' I rolled my eyes at him and stepped into the showers. Wiping off all the remaining makeup, I stripped off the dress and turned on the waters.

It wasn't even one minute when I heard Jake banging on the door, 'Let me in babe. I need a shower too and we can save water.' I can just picture him leaning against the door with that sexy smirk of his.

'What the hell Jake, no! Ew, what!' I laughed, the water pouring onto my face, 'Go wait your turn!'

He stopped knocking the door but I heard him grumble out loud before he walked away. Most probably back to bed.

And I was correct. Stepping out of the bathroom, Jake was sprawling over the bed with pillows piled up on the floor like a war zone. His hair slightly covering his eyes and he was drooling onto a pillow.

Is it weird that I found it cute? No? Well good.

I tiptoed beside him and gave him a light peck on the cheek and escaped out of the room before he pulled up back onto the bed.

The moment I walked into the living room, it was like a battle took place here and the end of the world happened while we slept. Plastic cups were on the ground with the contents of alcohol and punch spilled over, party streamers strung all over the place. The cushions were tossed in random directions and i noticed that the door wasn't locked.

I groaned and rubbed my thought at the thought of having to clean this up. I quietly ran back upstairs and took one rubber band from the dressing table. Tying my hair in a messy bun up do, I got to work.

Damn, the party wasn't bad. But I just hope Jake doesn't throw one like that again. Well, at least make up no one passes out in the house. I scrunched up my nose and grimaced in disgust as I mopped up the puddle of vomit. They must have taken a hell lot of alcohol to get this drunk. We all know werewolves don't get drunk easily and it took a shit load of alcohol for that to happen.

'Oh god gross. Why the fuck is there a packet of fucking tampons here? Jesus, what the fuck happened down here while we were sleeping?' I cursed and grabbed the tissue box to pick up the tampon which was, thank god praise the lord, clean. I don't know how I would react if there were stains on the floor. It doesn't sound pleasant to think that while you were asleep upstairs, a girl on her period was drunk of her tits and bleeding everywhere. Nope, that would not be a good scene.

It took me a good well over 30 minutes to fully clean the entire first level. I stood back and placed my hands on my hips, satisfied at the result of my hard work. Everything was back in order and I even took the liberty to clean the area of its dust and stuff. There were a total of 2 and a half full bags of trash that needed to be thrown. Hell, if they could fill up nearly 3 bags of trash just inside one floor of a house, I don't even want to know what it would be like at the center area. Even peering out the door now scared me.