Not So Hot Girls Summer

2

It was 9am when I woke up with Josh next to me. How the hell did he get there? I didn't remember getting back last night, nor who had joined us, but I definitely did not recall hooking up with Josh.

Hopefully no-one else did either.

''Morning,'' he said with his disgusting morning breath, having been woken from my movement.
''Oh god, what happened?'' I immediately asked, my heart now palpitating with fear.
'Isn't it obvious'' he sarcastically replied.
''You need to sneak out. Now.'' I demanded, refusing to engage in anymore conversation.
''Jordan's on the sofa so I don't exactly know how you expect me to 'sneak' out,'' he laughed
I didn't appreciate his tone of voice, nor the fact he was finding it humorous.
''I don't care how you do it, but you're leaving now,'' I continued, pushing him out of the bed before quietly scurrying him to the door.
How I ended up with Josh in my bed and not Jordan, I did not know. But something clearly went wrong last night.

As Josh had mentioned, Jordan was in the apartment, splayed across the sofa still sleeping. With the unnerving thoughts of the night before circulating my mind, there was no possibility I was getting back to sleep, therefore despite Jordan not being awake, I thought I would join him and wait for his account of events.
It was never fun being the first one awake, especially at such an ungodly hour, so when I started to purposely fidget at the bottom of the sofa, it truly was because I couldn't help myself.
The tugging of the blanket and shuffling of the cushions created a hot mumble from beneath the cushion.
''Jordan,'' I loudly whispered.
I waited for a reply.
''Jordan.''
''What?'' he eventually groaned with his eyes still shut.
''Wake up. Its Frankie.''
''What?'' he groaned again.
I couldn't be bothered for his inanimate groans so proceeded to kick him in the leg.
''What?'' he replied in a louder voice, now sounding agitated- not that it bothered me.
''What happened last night?'' I asked, trying to hide the tone of desperation.
''Seriously Frankie? Why are you asking me that now? I don't know, and right now, I don't really care. Ask me again in a couple of hours,'' he moaned.
I wasn't allowing him to go back to sleep.

''What time did we get back?'' I asked
He rotated his head to return to its original position facing the back of the sofa before placing a cushion on top of his ear. It was a stupid move really as I was just going to remove it.
''Jordan, its time you get up and out anyway,'' I said, now annoyed at his misery but also at his lack of interest.
''Why, what's the time?'' he murmured.
''Time for you to get ready and leave.''
I grabbed the cushion from his head and yanked the blanket off of him. Reluctantly, he rotated himself back round before stretching his arms towards the table for his phone.
''Have you seen my phone?'' he asked when his hand clasped empty air.
If he just opened his eyes, he would have realised that it was just out of reach.
''No but I'll find it. You get ready to leave.'' I said, now agitated myself.
''Frank, as much as you want me to leave, I can't go just yet, I need to sober up before I can drive anywhere.''
I didn't know anyone who drove in London but unfortunately it made me fancy him even more, even if I was annoyed that he was being so reluctant to communicate with me about the events from the evening before.
''That's fine. Just have a shower and coffee,'' I said pointing to the bathroom.

He groggily climbed off the sofa and headed to the shower without any more questions, most likely to escape my annoyance, even though he deserved it. He had annoyed me. I only wanted to know what had happened in the six hours previously. It wasn't a big ask.

10:15am and Amelie emerged from the bedroom.
''Is Mads in there?'' I asked.
''No,'' she bluntly replied and continued to shuffle across the room.
Weird. I knew Mads had headed off somewhere last night, it was the last thing I could remember, but I didn't think she would have stayed out, not without Mike.
Then right on cue, as if she knew I had been talking about her, my phone rang.
''Mads, where the hell are you?'' I shouted down the phone.