BLAIR MILLER
I woke up in nothing but a shirt.
One that wasn't mine.
Oh god no.
I turned around in bed, eyes scanning over whoever had been beside me. They were hidden beneath the covers.
I slightly lifted it up, exhaling a breath of relief once i'd seen that it was Bill.
I sat up, acknowledging my surroundings.
It's just Georg's guest room.
Thank goodness.
I stood up, tip-toeing around a bunch of strewn red cups and made my way to the bathroom, only to bump into someone on the way there.
"Georg, I know we talked about you bulking up, but Jesus. You nearly crushed me." I rubbed my forehead, it was already pounding and i'd just crashed into his ribcage.
"Aw, thank you Blizzy. It's good to know that i'm not as skinny as you thought I was."
I groaned.
Fuck off, seriously.
"I bumped into your ribcage, it was very fucking bony. So yeah, you're still a skinny bitch. Now move. I have to piss." I pushed him to the side.
I quickly shut the door before he could say anything. One glance at the bathroom mirror and I wanted to kill myself.
My mascara was everywhere, my lashes half glued, and I had lipstick smudged all the way down to my fucking chin.
"Did you enjoy your night? I heard a very unlucky gentleman got your number!" Tom sang into the doorway, excuse me what?
"Who?!"
"Noah. You nearly ate his face off, and you're supposed to be going on a date this weekend, have fun little bird. It's finally time for you to clear those webs!" He explained, okay... first I was a whore.
Now i'm back to having cobwebs.
Pick a side, honestly.
"Did he at least look interested while I was eating his face off?" I questioned, turning the shower on before I sat down on the toilet.
Noah is cute. I wouldn't mind going on a date with him.
"Wait! Noah Baxter or Noah Williams?" I added. We all know who's the cute one.
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