I'm laying in my bed with an pounding headache in a T-shirt that I have no idea where I got.
My grey blanket pooled around me and I sunk back into the mattress and onto my white pillows. I drag my hand down my face, rubbing the blur out of my eyes. I force myself up and immediately feel dizzy.
I see a bottle of paracetamol and a cup of water on my bedside table. I reached over and pop two pills as well as downing the water in one go.
When the fuck did my mouth become as dry as the fucking Sahara Desert?
I force myself up and into my bathroom. I lean my hands on the sink and tilt my head up to look at the mirror.
My black hair is a rat's nest and my makeup is smeared, especially on my lips. I raise my eyebrows wondering if I made out with someone while blackout drunk.
I strip off my clothes and start a shower. The cold water hits my back and rains down on my body. I enjoy the ice cold sensation that opposed to my headache.
I rub in Cherry scented shampoo into my black hair, carefully trying to ease the headache.
Eventually I step out of the shower and wrap a matte black towel around my body, covering practically everything. I dry my hair and run a had through it. The silky wavy hair that was once a rat's nest. It never made sence to me.
I walk out to find some clothes when I hear a voice I recognize all too well.
"HELOOOOOOI? ANYONE IN THEREEEEE"
Alita Hart. My best friend. Of course.
I wonder is she's drank an extra bit of alcohol for breakfast and open the door to find her leaning against a wall holding her head.
"Got medicine?"
"Yeah yeah. Come on in."
"Yes. Give me the drugs"
I let out a laugh and hand her the packet of pills. I pick up the cup and go to my kitchen to fill it up with water. I come back and hand it to her.
She's already swallowed the pills and is gulping down the water. I sigh an grab the T-shirt that I swung off onto my bed and smelled it.
It was strangely familiar. An expensive cologne. Where the fuck did I get this?
I hear Alita giggle.
"What?"
I ask raising an eyebrow. She smirks and sets the glass of water down.
"You don't remember how Josh came here last night, took you to your room and I yelled 'aww you gonna fuck?' to which you started aggressively shushing me"
"WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT??"
"You two would soooo look good together"
"No! Nope. Never. Nada. Нет. Non. How many more languages do you need me to tell you that in?"
"Denial is a river in Egypt girlie."
"Leave the Nile out of this."
Thalita let out a laugh. I'm so disgusted by the idea I got an urge to slap her on the back of the head.
At that exact moment a thought hits me.
I woke up in Josh Young's shirt.
I threw the shirt onto my floor and swear to myself that will never, and I mean never, go anywhere near that filth ever again.
Thalita is laughing her ass off.
