Love Game {Book #1 Justin & Blake Series}

All That Jazzy Jazz

Blake's POV

I woke up lying in the same position I fell asleep in, only Justin had his head on my lap. He was still asleep and looked awful, to be honest. His clothes were wrinkled and battered while his hair was sticking out in many random directions. If you didn't know any better, you would have thought he had gotten into a fight.

I was a hot mess. I was still in my clothes from the club and my heels were still on my feet. My hair had frizzed and straightened into a bed-head mess. My skirt was wrinkled from spending the night on the bathroom floor, sitting against the bathtub, next to the toilet. My body was starting to ache so I carefully picked Justin's head off of my lap and moved so he could lie on the floor. He stirred a little in his sleep, but didn't open his eyes. I took of my heels so my painful feet could breathe and so I could make my quiet exit to my room. I felt like I was walking the walk of shame while making my way toward my bedroom. Even though I wasn't running away from a guy I just slept with, it seemed like that was the case.

When I finally reached my room, I dug through my drawers to find a more comfortable outfit. I needed to get out of this tight skirt. I found theclothes I was looking for and dragged myself into my bathroom to clean up a bit. After cleaning my makeup and getting dressed, I exited my room to go downstairs for some breakfast. I figured I should get something for Justin too, considering he would have a major hangover when he woke up.

"Oh, good morning dear." Pattie said when she heard me come into the kitchen. She was sitting at the counter with a muffin and a cup of coffee.

"Morning Pattie." I responded while pouring myself and Justin a cup of coffee as well.

"Rough night?" Pattie asked, almost to be funny and make the situation less awkward.

"You could say that." I told her. She giggled a little to herself as I walked over to the refrigerator to get some bread to make toast. That would soak up any alcohol that is left in Justin's system.

"Thanks for taking care of him last night. Don't worry, his actions will not go unpunished!" Pattie said. I heard a large groan from upstairs and some whispered curses.

"Justin must be awake." I noted to Pattie.

"Just a warning, he isn't very pleasant on mornings like this." She warned when we heard Justin lugging his body down the stairs towards the kitchen. I continued making breakfast and getting every hangover cure known to man ready.

"Ugh!" Justin groaned when he finally made it into the kitchen.

"Good morning Justin. Don't you look pleasant?" Pattie exclaimed bitterly towards Justin.

"Don’t start with me ma. I'm so not in the mood." Justin said.

"You're not in the mood? Do you think I was in the mood to woken up by you screaming last night? Do you think Blake was in the mood to sit with you all last night while you threw up?" Pattie yelled. I turned my back from the conversation; not wanting to get involved.

"Shut the fuck up mom! I have a huge headache!" Justin yelled.

"You will not use that language in my house!" Pattie yelled back, only making Justin's temper rage.

"Your house? I paid for this fucking house!" Justin screeched through the house. His eyes were full of rage and he was breathing heavily.

"I'm still your mother Justin!" Pattie said back. I didn't know if she was scared or just hurt because she stopped yelling.

"I don't care who you are! This is my house and I can talk however I want in MY house! I can kick you out if I want to!" he yelled before turning around and stomping back up the stairs. He slammed his bedroom door, which caused Pattie and me to jump. There was a silence between us for a while. I buttered the toast while Pattie kept her head down staring at her coffee cup.