Inseparable (Jade West x Reader)

Chapter 3: Truth or dare?

Y/n's POV:

"Mmmmm," I groan, rolling over. Fuck my head hurts. It's pounding like a drum. I slowly sit up as more groans leave my body. I look at the clock, it's 11.27am. On my nightstand sits two aspirins and a full bottle of water, I quickly swallow them, desperate for them to kick in. I pull my bra off, freeing my body of some stiffness. Wait, is this Jades shirt? I wonder as I look down at my body. I go to the mirror and see my face is clean and moisturized. Did Jade do that for me? She really is a softie. I smile to myself.

Speaking of Jade, where is she? I know she can't be far, Sikowitz made sure of that. "Jade," I call out in a croaky voice.

"Oh, hey you're up," she says, exiting the bathroom in a loose tank top and black denim shorts. I think she's wearing her bikini under it.

"Unfortunately," I respond, still croaky. "Thanks for putting me to bed last night and thanks for not waking me up," I say shyly, "and the aspirin, thank you for the aspirin," I say appreciatively.

"Yeah, well I guess you buttered me up with your little speech last night," she smirks. My face drops. What is she talking about?

"Speech? What speech?" I ask concerned. Oh god, what did I say? Dread kicks in.

"You don't remember?" she smirks even more, raising her eyebrows.

"No, what did I say?" I panic, "do I even want to know?"

"I don't know. Do you want to know?" she laughs.

"Yes?" I say hesitantly.

"Well too bad cause I'm not telling you," she smirks an evil smirk.

"Jade, what did I say? Was it bad?" I panic. She's freaking me out. What could I have possibly said?

"You said... a lot. A. Lot." Oh god, it must have been really embarrassing.

"You know what, I don't want to know," I decide, "umm, do you know where my phone is?" I ask, looking around.

"Right here." She pulls it out of her pocket.

"Thank god! I thought I lost it," I exclaim, going to grab it.

"Well in a sense you did lose it," she says. I frown, confused. "You're not getting it back until Mr bartender texts so that I can block his number," she announces.

"Mr bartender? Who's Mr bar- oh." My eyes widen as moments from the bar come flashing through my head.

"Oh, is right. Whoring yourself out for a few drinks," she says playfully.

"Oh god," I groan embarrassed, "I did do that didn't I," I say, covering my face with my hands.

"Yeah either you or your alter ego, Marcy Patterson," she teases.

"Oh god, kill me now," I wail dramatically.

"You're lucky I didn't kill you last night, you wouldn't listen to a thing I said," she says annoyed.

"I'm really sorry," I plead.

"It's okay, like I said, you buttered me up with your little speech. Although, I don't really know if you could call it little. It was actually very long and drawn out. It was very entertaining, I only wish I got it on video," she says with a big grin, reminiscing.

"How long did I go on for?" I ask, not really sure that I want the answer.

"Only, like three minutes or so, you were talking pretty fast though." She is having so much fun with this.

"What was I even talking about for three minutes?" I ask curiously.

"Me," she says with the smuggest grin I've ever seen.