Sober

Ch. 9

I hear the birds chirping and the sound of someone breathing as I slightly wake up, who was likely Deja. Despite the sun in my eyes, they stay closed, and I roll over slightly.

"Deja," I mumble into my pillow. "Email my professors and tell them I'm sick again..."

There's no response and I groan, reaching my arm over and mistakenly smacking her in the face, and all she seems to do is flinch, still apparently asleep.

"Dejaaaa," I groan again.

I attempt to hug her from behind, but then I notice something.

There're no boobs.

There's no squish.

I squint as the figure next to me groans, and then he rolls into my chest.

"Can you shut up?" He mutters, and then I shriek.

"JESUS CHRIST—WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?!" I scream, scaring the shit out of Nick who immediately wakes up, now screaming too.

"What?! What the fuck's going on—what do you want?!" He quickly sits up, and I jump.

"What are you doing in my clothes?!"

Nick looks down. "I-I don't know!" His hair is all over the place, and he looks like a tomato.

I freeze up.

"D- Did we have sex?!"

Nick shoves me out of the bed. "WHAT?!"

"Hey! You can't shove me out of my own bed!" I exclaim and climb back onto it, despite being tangled in the sheets due to the fall.

He starts smacking me. "There's no way—" He hits me again. "I would ever—" He hits me once more. "Have sex! With! You!"

I grab his hands. "Stop hitting me!" I yell while starting to laugh.

Nick looks confused at first but then starts laughing too. Just then, Deja bursts into the room in her pajamas with a baseball bat, utterly terrified.

"What the hell's going on in here?! Are y'all okay?"

I groan and fall back onto the bed. I watch as Nick feels himself up, looking for a sign of sex or something, and then he touches his head where there's a bandage.

"Oh shit."

I look at him. "What?"

"Zeke."

"Oh. OH. Oh yeah!"

Deja watches us in confusion as we start laughing again.

"Wait—" He interrupts. "Why did you jump to that conclusion out of all things?!"

My face turns red. "I-I don't know! You've never been to the apartment before, I don't usually wake beside anyone aside from Deja or have them be wearing my clothes, and usually, when I wake up, I remember the night before!"

"Alcohol is one hell of a drug." He mutters with a chuckle.

Deja puts down the bat. "Wait, what the hell do you guys think happened?!"

We look around awkwardly, and her face lights up.

"What?! But neither are you are—!"

I slam my hands on the sheets. "Y-You never know what'll happen when you lose your inhibitions! Nick's given Nathan a lap dance before!"

He grabs my ear. "Stop bringing that up!"

I laugh as he pouts at me, and Deja pinches the bridge of her nose with an exhale. "God, you two are idiots," She snickers.