Risque

Chapter Three

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Chapter Three

          I rolled over, snuggling into the warmth of the sheets. I was freezing, which was a little odd.

          “Good morning, princess,” I heard Archer’s deep voice said. I woke up, realizing I’d just snuggled into Archer. I tried scooting away, not wanting to make an awkward situation, but his strong arms held me in place.

          “What am I doing in bed with you?” I shrieked.

          I can’t believe I was in bed with Archer. Why was I in best with Archer? I couldn’t have slept with him, could’ve I? I mean, if I had I would know, right? I had to admit, I was kind of girly when it came to stuff. I wanted my first time to be special. I wanted to save myself for my mate. I definitely wanted to be able to remember my first time. I didn’t want it to be after a drunk night with my brother’s player best friend.

          “Don’t worry, babe, your virginity is still intact,” he laughed. I felt my face heat up.

          “Oh my god, am I wearing your shirt?” I asked, realizing I was wearing his t-shirt from last night and he was shirtless. Even though I hated him, and he was my brother’s best friend, I had to admit he had a pretty killer body. He was toned and sculpted in all the right places.

          “Yeah, it was either you wear my shirt, you walk back up to the house in your sexy underwear,” he said.

          “What?” I shrieked, not remembering any of this.

          “Well, you were drunk and high and you thought skinny dipping in the lake was a fantastic idea. I couldn’t stop you before you peeled off your dress and threw it in the lake. So I made you wear my shirt. I do believe you owe me a thank you,” he laughed.

          “Thanks,” I mumbled.

          “And we’re sharing this bed because somebody was passed out on the couch last night and Reese was fucking some girl in the other bedroom. I couldn’t get into the third bedroom, the door’s locked.” Archer said.

          “Damn, I need some Tylenol,” he grumbled. I got up out of bed, walking into the bathroom. I searched the cupboard and found and old bottle. I downed two and tossed the bottle to Archer.

          I looked in the mirror and cringed. My makeup was smeared down my face and my hair was in knots. I washed my face and pulled my hair back into a messy bun with a hair tie I found in the cupboard.

          “I’m going to go get breakfast in town,” he said, peeking his head into the doorway of the bathroom. He eyed me up and down, and I glared at him.

          “If you want to put on some pants, I think I have an extra pair of shorts in the dresser,” he said, walking out after slipping on a shirt.

          “And by if, I mean if you know what’s best for the both of us, you’ll put on some pants,” he winked, leaving.  

          I sighed, and slipped on a pair of his shorts from the dresser. They were pretty big on me, though. I walked around the house, admiring just how terrible it was from the party. I got out a trash bag and started cleaning. I found my Best Coast CD and started playing it softly, not wanting to wake up Reese and his mystery slut.

          I got most of the house done, as it really wasn’t much more than red cups strewn about with miscellaneous items. I ended up throwing them all away. I figured when Archer got back, I would make him brave the bathrooms.

          I walked into the living room to find some stranger sleeping on the couch. He was probably about my age, but I didn’t recognize him from anywhere. I shrugged it off, and continued cleaning the rest of the room.

          I heard a loud thump and looked over to see that the stranger had fallen off the couch. He looked up, shocked at his surroundings. His eyes were wide and he got up, handing me his plastic cup.

          “Bye,” he said.

          “Bye,” I replied softly. After I heard the door shut, I couldn’t help but laugh. Archer walked in carrying some doughnuts and other groceries we’d need during the summer. We spent most of the summer at the lake house. We always used to come here with our parents when we were little, but now it’s usually just Reese, Archer, and I, sometimes with Kat or Elsey.

          “Wow,” Archer said, “You cleaned up for us?”

          “Yeah,” I sighed, “You know I hate messes.”

          “I still didn’t expect you to clean it up while nursing a hangover. Any sight of Reese yet?” he asked.

          “Nope, not him or mystery skank,” I laughed.

          “Well, I have one raspberry filled, powdered sugar covered doughnut here for you,” he said, handing me my favorite kind of doughnut from Terry’s bakery. We sat and had breakfast.

          I made Archer clean the bathroom, and laughed, hearing his disgusting remarks as he cleaned it.

          “Aw, that’s nasty. Bathroom floors are not the same as trashcans!” he said, gagging as he picked up a used condom. I laughed, knowing it was bad. I always left the bathrooms for him. Usually there was vomit on the floor, one bodily fluid I could not handle. The minute I heard someone puke, saw someone puke, or smelled puke, I would puke.

          I left the house, going out to the dock. I watched the boats zoom across the lake. The sun was starting to warm up in the midday heat. Without warning, I felt Archer shove me into the water.

          I resurfaced, to glare at him. He was laughing hysterically. Yeah, there was no doubt about it; I hated him.