WICKED: HEXED TWO || URBAN (CB)

Chapter 56

Luca Delavan
Friday, 9:00am
I woke up with a pounding headache and a bad taste in my mouth. My throat had been sore and fa some reason I'd been sweating.

The room was dark but I sensed it'd been the morning time. I ain't know where my phone was a my clothes matta fact. I was laying on the couch of my studio, butt ass naked.

Next to me, Milani. I was spooning shawty and we'd been holding on to each other for warmth.

"Ohhhhh shit..." I whispered, remembering everything from last night all at once.

The memories poured back in waves and instant regret hit my body all over again. One minute I was in the studio feeling sorry fa myself. Next minute I was fuckin on Milani.

The girl I specifically told Anais not to worry about. I couldn't have fucked up more than this. And I hit it raw? There was no turning back now. That was officially it.

Quietly, I tried sitting up on the couch figuring I could somehow climb over shawty. But instead she rolled right over and hit the floor.

Now it seemed like I pushed her off.

"What the fuck?!" She exclaimed.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I panicked, getting off of the couch and helping her up.

"I can't even see in here? Did you push me off?"

"Accidentally. I was tryna get up without you waking up."

"Well you failed miserably." She chuckled, turning on her phone light.

For a minute, I could see her naked body in the light. I'd left hickeys all down ha neck and chest. I musta been on DEMON time last night.

Finding the light switch, I turned it on then looked around the room. Our clothes had been scattered everywhere, the whole bottle of Don Julio was GONE, and I couldn't tell if we actually finished the song last night. All of my software was still open.

"Jeez..." She chuckled, looking back at me.

"Ion know what I was on...what we was on..."

She shrugged her shoulders, beginning to pick her clothes up off the floor. "It was just one of those things, I guess. It was bound to happen. Every one of my friends called it."

"R-really?"

"Mmhm." She chuckled.

Nodding my head, I tried to recall some more from last night. This was possibly one of the worst hang overs I'd ever had in my life. The whole bottle of Don Julio was gone. I only had myself to blame.

"I- I- I think you need to t-to um take one a dem Plan B's. Y'all have that out here, right? I think I came insi-"

"Unt uh. Boy you got me alla way fucked up!" She exclaimed, turning on ha American accent.

I furrowed my brows with complete shock as she went on.

"You gone nut in me and expect me not to keep the possible baby we could have together? Boy you trippin. On gang you is- nah I'm just playing." She joked, leaving me speechless. "YOU'RE FACE IS PRICELESS."

"Haha..."

Clearing ha throat, she realized that I ain't find it funny. Then she proceeded to put her clothes on.

"W-we don't have Plan B. But we do have Ella One. It's the next best thing..."

"Cool, cool. I'll pay for it. Just name ya price and I'll send you the money."

As we stood in silence, I couldn't help but watch her gather ha things. That was until she broke the silence.

"Um...so...what're you gonna tell your baby mama?" She questioned.