The Mob Side

5.

Madison Jones' POV
I shoot up from the bed and run into an open door to a toilet, throwing up. I feel so shitty, what's wrong with me? Normally I can take on the hangovers. Wait, where am I even?

'Good morning to you too.' A sleepy girl stands in the doorframe in only a sportsbra and joggers.

I can't say I hate the view though. She clearly has muscles. I pull my gaze away to throw up again. Oh shit, this handsome girl is seeing me throw up right in front of her. There go all my chances on ever impressing her.

'No worries, darling. You got drugged yesterday so it's normal to throw up.' It's like she can read my mind.

'I hope you're feeling okay for the rest of it?' I try to throw up once more, but I discover my stomach is empty.

'Here.' She gives me a glass of water and a toothbrush.

'For if you want to, you know.' Wait what is actually happening here? I just woke up in her room after getting roofied and she's acting like this is normal?

'What the hell is going on?' I cough a few times, getting my voice back.

'You're acting like this is all normal and stuff. How could you know this stuff? You creep. Are you following me around or something? I know I saw you in that ally!'

'Easy there, tiger. And I know this stuff because it has happened to me before and to my friends as well, with different reasons but still. And no we were celebrating and we came to the same club by accident. And you better be happy about it otherwise you would've woken up next to a guy naked, instead of the amazing bed I gave you while I slept on the couch. Don't stress so much, I told you everything was going to be alright. Now you can fuck off if you want to so badly. I'm going to eat breakfast.' She slams the door shut leaving me with the glass of water and the toothbrush.

Maybe I was a bit harsh on her. She's trying. She protected me last night, but you never know. I don't even know her name yet. Although some guy called her Miller yesterday, maybe that's her name. I shrug, drink some water before getting up and starting to brush my teeth. I could be a little more nice to such a beautiful girl. My gaze goes to the mirror. I look like shit. My shirt from yesterday evening and my underwear are the only items I'm wearing. And it smells, shit. I start scrummaging through a closet that was in the first room I was in. I find some men's deodorant I spray together with the perfume as I put some random black hoodie on with my pants from yesterday. Her hoodie is a bit too big, but damn does it smell good. I get out and I see her eat on the kitchen table. She looks up with those grey eyes and I clearly see a scar that cuts her eyebrow in half. It's kind of hot if you ask me.

'You found your way through my closet apparently?'

'Yes, Miller, I indeed did.' I wink at her. Maybe if I flirt with her a bit it would make up for my stupid behavior and puking in front of her. She rolls her eyes at me.

'You heard it yesterday, huh? It's only fair if I get your last name as well then.' That grin of her reminds me of the ally. She's a ladies woman I can see that from miles away.

'Yeah no, how could that be fair? I'm going to head out anyways.' I don't want to fall for her charms that fast and I need to get to school.

'Not even staying for breakfast? And they say I'm a player.' She chuckles.

'Yeah no, I have uni to attend to. You will get this back soon.'

'Nah, keep it. I have enough black hoodies anyways. Have a good day at school, princess.' She winks at me as I go through a door spotting an elevator.

So this is her appartement or something I'm guessing. That's kind of cool. I get downstairs and walk out. A man even opened the door for me, what the hell? Talking about fancy. Okay head back in the game, Madison. Where are we? Of course, in the middle of the city. This kid is rich. I take my phone, empty. How could this day get any better? I know where to go at least, so let's go.