Cupid's Granddaughter

19 - Genetically Engineered

There were four things that I noticed right away.

One: I had one hell of a hangover.

Two: because of this hangover, I couldn’t think straight.

Three: Sean’s arm was draped around my waist and we were spooning.

Four: Nate was giving me the worse look a person could possibly muster up.

“I can’t believe you slept with him,” Nate hissed causing my brain to protest at the noise. I looked over at Sean’s arm and pushed it off me as if it was a piece of lint. I sat up and rubbed my temples as Nate shook his head and stormed out of the room.

After I stood and regained my balance, I followed him into his kitchen. He was angry as he searched for something through his cupboards. He kept slamming each one purposely as if trying to cause me pain. Finally, he located a small pill bottle and practically hurled it toward me.

“God, I don’t even know what to say to you!” Nate paced in front of me as he began to lecture. I tried to dry swallow two pills but they felt like they were covered in peanut butter. I walked into the kitchen barely listening to Nate and his wrong assumptions as I got a glass of water.

After I finally got the pain pills down, I watched Nate and waited until he finished speaking.

“Do you really think I slept with your best friend?” Nate stopped in his yelling to stare at me stupidly. “Don’t you think you would find me without clothes if I had sex? Do you think I would be stupid enough to do it here?”

Nate opened his mouth then closed it again. I crossed my arms satisfied in silencing him.

“Sorry,” he muttered after a minute. I walked over to his couch and lay down wishing for my head to quit throbbing.

“Why were you here with him in my guest bed snuggling then?” He joined me in the living room.

I raised my eyebrow. “Because I got drunk with him and passed out before I could leave.”

“Why did you get drunk with him?”

I looked at him annoyed. “My head hurts.”

“You could have ruined his marriage!” Nate completely ignored my complaints.

“In case you forgot,” I began sitting up. “I’ve already done that!”

“Maybe so, but now he could have blamed it on you,” he pointed out.

“Nothing happened!” I almost yelled. “And it doesn’t matter because he already knows.”

“What?”

I nodded. “That’s the reason he got drunk! He saw Grace kissing that guy and he guilt tripped me into to drinking with him.”

“Oh.” Nate sat back in his chair. I rested on the couch again wanting to do nothing more than to fall asleep right there.

“Man,” Nate muttered to himself after a minute. “And I thought that you- I don’t even know but at least I was wrong and…man!”

I looked over at him irritated. “He wants to crash here. Now please allow me to do the same.”

Nate sighed. “Well at least move to my bed. I have a poker game going on today with some guys and I don’t need a drunken girl on my couch as a conversation starter.”

I looked up at him as he stood over me. I made no move to get up. Nate sighed once again before he lifted me up in his arms and carried me like a baby to his bed.