Chapter 15

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UNFASHIONABLY GEEKY

I woke up with a tangle of arms and legs on me, my head was pounding and I felt at any moment I was going to throw up.

I looked over to see Hansel still laying with me and he was still in his clothes he wore last night.

I reached over grabbing my phone to check the time, 2:30pm.

Wow, we slept for ages. I removed Hansels arms from around my waist being careful not to wake him up and walk to my bathroom.

I sighed when I saw my reflection, I almost forgot what happened but now that I see it I remember every horrible detail.

I checked the cut on my lip, it was swollen. I guessed right, the cut on my cheek had most definitely formed a bruise and my wrist wasn't too bad, I'm gessing the bruise from that will go away soon.

I quickly wiped my face, avoiding the cuts and walked back into my bedroom.

I saw Hansel sitting up on the bed looking around probably a little bit disoriented.

"Hey." He said when he heard me walking in. "Wow!"

"I know." I looked at him, his eyes looked sad.

He came over and cupped my chin in his hands.

He was so sweet with me unlike Lance, the way he treated me yesterday was terrible I can't believe I like him, if he is going to treat me that way maybe I should reevaluate my plan. 

"I'm so sorry this happened, when I get to school Weston is going to have to answer to me." He said balling his hands up into a fist.

Quickly I held his fists and he opened them up so I was able to hold his hand. "No, Hansel you can't do anything, nobody can know I was at that party and it would be too embarrassing for me, besides Weston was so drunk he probably doesn't even remember."

He reluctantly agreed. I quickly leaned up and pecked his cheek. Swiftly he caught my lips, it was a slow passionate kiss, but as he got greedier the more it hurt my lip. Eventually I flinched away.

"My lip." I explained when he looked at me confused.

"Oh."  when he realised what I meant.

"Your not mad at me are you?" I really hoped he wasn't mad.

"No I'm not mad, I'm just annoyed that someone  got to touch you and it wasn't me." He admitted.

"I think it's cute that you're jealous." If he was admitting something, so was I.

"So since its already 3 in the afternoon we may as well spend the rest of the day together." He suggested.

"Sure, but first let me get changed and I am assuming that you would want to get changed as well?"

"Yeah, you guessed right. I'll wait for you then we can drop by my house if you don't mind." I nodded and went to the closet to grab some clothes.

I stood in there for about 2 minutes and then walked back out. "Hansel, I don't know what to wear. Come help me, I am pretty sure anyone would be better at choosing clothes than me." I laughed feeling slightly embarrassed.

Hansel laughed with me and followed me into my closet. 

After about 5 minutes of teamwork we managed to pull together an outfit that wasn't half bad.

We chose a cute pair of shorts and a light pink jumper. And just a simple bag with a bracelet.

I tried to cover up as much of the marks on my face as possible so that it didn't look like someone had beaten me up.

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