Stubborn

Chapter 7

I don't want to open my eyes.

From the texture of the sheets and the feeling of the mattress, I know I'm not in my own bed. My desire to keep my current blissful ignorance, as well as the hangover-induced fatigue looming over me makes the idea of five more minutes of precious shut-eye that much more enticing.

Unfortunately for me, some people clearly have no respect for my wishes.

"Good morning, my little ray of sunshine!" Gray sarcastically chirps, causing my head to throb even more than it already was. Ugh. Just what I need.

I slowly pry my eyes open to the god-awful sight before me.

A very shirtless Gray stands too close for comfort in a too-bright room I could bet my dignity is his. Oh wait, I'm all out of that considering I don't remember a single fucking thing that happened last night. Just my luck.

Obviously luck, because me getting blackout drunk totally wasn't the result of my own choices. Me? pfft, I don't even drink...

Consequences of my own actions? More like the universe out to get me.

I take a deep breath in, preparing myself before I ruin my wonderful, blissful ignorance.

"Gray. Where the hell am I and why?" I ask sternly. He better not joke around. I swear I'll slap the little shit if he gets any closer.

"Someone had a bit too much last night," Gray starts. I shoot him a warning glare and he continues, "My room, obviously, because someone passed out last night and I, like the true gentleman I am, took care of you," Gray explains.

"Took care of me?" I question through gritted teeth.

"Relax Princess, you passed out, I drove you here, gave you my bed and slept on the couch. No funny business, much to your disappointment I'm sure."

I breathed out a sigh of relief. Okay, I can manage that.

"You're welcome. I'll go get you some aspirin," Gray continues before leaving the room. Some sort of angel seems to take possession of his body for a moment as he carefully shuts the door as quietly as possible. Thank you hangover gods.

I try to piece together last night in my head, but everything feels fuzzy and out of reach. I remember walking from Louise's to the party and complaining. I remember doing shots with Jasmine, but after that, things begin to blur. Dang, I wish I could remember.

Despite not wanting to get out of Gray's stupid comfy bed for the next century, I really need to pee. I groan dramatically as I stumble to the bathroom, wincing as the sight of myself in the mirror. Definitely not my finest moment. I do a double take as my eyes trail down from my panda eyes to my collarbone, where a medium-sized black swirl tattoo lies.

Surely I would remember getting a tattoo? And shouldn't it be red and tender? Confusion ripples through me as I examine the marking. It's pretty, surprisingly so. I would've thought any drunk tattoo I got would be something stupid and regretful.

I leave the bathroom with more questions than when I went in, what exactly did I get up to last night? Also, I'm in so much shit. Mum will bury me alive if she finds out about this.

Gray's sitting on his bed when I walk back in, a glass of water and two white pills in hand. He offers them to me silently. My head hurts too much to be stubborn, so I just take the pills and water without protest. Oh well, if he drugs me, he drugs me. I had a good life.

The devil himself chuckles lightly, hearing my thoughts, "Sweetheart please, if I wanted to kidnap you I could've done it at least ten times by now."

I roll my eyes. I probably should've questioned Gray on why the hell we can talk to each other inside our heads and he can literally read my thoughts, but yet again, blissful ignorance. Well, that and the fact that I know Gray wouldn't tell me even if I asked. This town and it's people are weird, I don't accept that, but I deal with it in the best way I know how. Completely ignoring it.