Scripted | Nick Jonas x Kendall Jenner

F i f t e e n

Well, I hope this is enough for today :) Have fun reading!

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3 AM and I'm still awake, I'll bet you're just fine
Fast asleep in your city that's better than mine
And the girl in your bed has a fine pedigree
And I'll bet your friends tell you she's better than me

I Bet You Think About Me - Taylor Swift

Nick Jonas's mind

(5:47 AM Monday)

     My head was pounding as I blinked my eyes open, seeing the faint light of the sun; I was no longer drunk, and the hangover was worst than ever, probably what I deserved.

     I felt the faint air of the A/C brushing at my skin, making the hairs on my body tingle. It was nearing winter, and usually, I never turned on the A/C, even Joe knew that.

     I was in my bedroom, I realized as my eyebrows furrowed, trying to blink away the headache. 

     It was still a little dark outside so I assumed it was somewhere around 4 in the morning.

     Scratching my neck irritably, I sat up, yawning. Just as I was about to get out of bed, I froze, realizing that there was someone watching me from the corner of the room.

     Creepy.

     I couldn't see them very clearly, and I slowly got out of bed and tiptoed over to the person. She wasn't watching me. Instead, she had her head down, staring at the ground as if asleep.

     I folded my arms across my chest and coughed, trying to announce myself to the blonde girl. She barely even moved.

     "Ahem," I said again. The girl stirred and I sigh, checking my watch. 

     I frowned, "Damn, it's nearly 6—?" I said out loud, looking at the girl again. She was sort of waking up, so I decided to see who it was. 

     She was half-asleep, mouth partly open while her eyes stayed shut. Is she pretending to sleep? I know this girl. She was Joe's ex-girlfriend. Well, ex-ex. Joe's first love... Oh my God, he's only been in a relationship twice. Wow.

     That loyal idiot.

     Back to the bitch. This one, I vaguely remembered, cheated on Joe, and then got him beat up by the guy she cheated on him with. Funny she would be in my bedroom, in a chair, fast asleep.

     I nudged her hard before giving up and trotting to the bathroom. The floor told me that it was way too cold for a shower, so I just washed my face, brushed my teeth, and threw on some new clothes for the day.

     Just as I was about to leave the room, I groaned, banging my fist on the door frame. I was drunk and smelled like alcohol. Of course, I needed a shower to start the day.