I Love You - B.E.

Chapter Five - Y/n

I woke up with a pounding headache. I groaned and sat up, looking around the room. I quickly realized that this wasn't my room. Where the hell am I? I grab my phone and look at the time. One? Holy shit. I was supposed to be at work two hours ago. I have many missed calls and texts from Cassie and some other coworkers asking where I am or if I'm okay.

"Fuck!" The door opens and Billie walks in. Well, at least I know it's not a random person's house.

"Are you okay?" She asks.

"I was supposed to be at work two hours ago," I tell her.

"You work on Christmas?" She questions. I nod.

"Yeah, I offered to since I figured I wasn't gonna be doing anything anyway. But now I'm late,"

"Damn. Well, if you need to go, your keys are downstairs on the counter in the kitchen. I took them last night because I didn't want you driving home while drunk," I nod and smile.

"Good. I've done that plenty of times," she laughs.

"I know. You said that last night,"

"God, I'm gonna have to work with a hangover. My head is pounding. I don't even remember most of last night," she laughs again.

"Would you like some pain medicine?" I nod, and she walks into her bathroom and hands me a bottle of Tylenol.

"Thanks," I say and take four.

"Did you really just take four?"

"Something has got to get rid of this pounding headache. I'm never drinking that much again,"

"And how many other times have you said that?" She asks, and I smile.

"A lot," I admit.

"Figured. Anyway, if you need to be going, I can walk you out," I nod, and I follow her down to the kitchen, and she hands me my keys. She walks me out to my car and we say our goodbyes then I head home to grab my work clothes.

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"Where the fuck have you been?" Cassie asks me as soon as I walk into the building.

"Please don't yell. I have a horrible headache," I tell her.

"Are you fucking hungover?"

"Yes, I am. So, stop yelling, please," she rolls her eyes.

"You're closing tonight since you decided to be three hours late," Now I roll my eyes.

"Fine," I say and walk away. "Fucking bitch," I mumble.

I spent the whole shift thinking about Billie. I don't know why. I just couldn't stop thinking about her. Any time I had the chance to look at my phone, I took it. I don't know why I expected a text from her, but I never got one. Each time I looked, I was disappointed. I shouldn't be expecting a text from someone I barely know. Especially someone famous. She's got plenty of other things to be doing and to be thinking about.

It was finally time to leave and Cassie locked the doors. We walk to our cars together in silence. The moment I get into my car, I look at my phone and smile when I see a text from Billie. I jumped when a car honked its horn. I look over to see Cassie looking at me through her passenger window, making a motion for me to roll my window down.

"What?" I ask her.

"What were you just smiling at?" She asks.

"Does it matter?"

"Yes, I'm your best friend. Actually, I'm your only friend so tell me," I roll my eyes.

"A text," I tell her.

"Since when have you ever smiled at a text from somebody?" I shrug. "Who is this text from?"

"A friend,"

"A friend? How does Mia feel about this friend?"

"I wouldn't know. The thing she and I had is over. I ended it a few days ago," she looked shocked.

"I didn't know you had the balls to do that. I bet she didn't take that news well," I shake my head. "I didn't think so. Did this new friend of yours have anything to do with your decision to end that?" I sigh.

"She only helped me realize that I shouldn't keep doing this. Doesn't mean anything. Besides, I don't even know if she likes women or not. Also, you know that I don't do relationships,"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. For what reason? I don't know. Although, I do think you need to get over this hatred that you have for relationships. They're not all bad. You've just had a few bad experiences. Maybe start with getting with someone who actually likes you and doesn't try to change or abuse you," I roll my eyes.

"Okay, fuck you," I say and she laughs.

"You know I'm right. Anyway, I wanna go home. See you tomorrow,"

"See ya," I mumble as she drives off. The moment I got home I took a shower and immediately went to bed. I am so exhausted from work.

Cassie is right. I do need to get over my hatred for relationships, but I really don't want to. I like the way my life is now. I don't have any responsibility other than work. I get to have the occasional hookup and not feel like I'm pressured to do something that I don't want to like a relationship would make me do. Maybe it is the bad experiences I've had in the past like Cassie said. But I guess those bad experiences have ruined everybody's chance with me and I'm okay with that.

-

I woke up to the sound of my alarm and quickly turned it off. I grabbed my phone and saw the text from Billie from last night. Shit.

Me: Sorry, I saw your message but forgot to respond. When I got home I just wanted to sleep

I get up and get around for work. While I'm eating my breakfast my phone buzzes. I grab it and it's a text from Billie.

Billie: It's all good. I understand. What are you up to today?

Me: Work. How about you?

Billie: Damn, I was gonna see if you wanted to do something today

Me: Sorry, I wish I could. I'm off on Saturday if you're free that day

Billie: Maybe, I'm not sure yet. I'll let you know though

Me: That works

I gather all of my stuff and head to work. I can already tell that this is going to be a long day.