Every Summer Has A Story

Chapter 3: Every Summer Has A Hangover

I woke up the next morning to a pounding headache. I couldn't stand because that was what caused the hammers in my head. Taking a look around, I realized I somehow ended up in my room with the same clothes I had on yesterday. The night came back to me in flashes of what I think were Reed's blue eyes.

Oh My God...

I totally just embarrassed myself in front of a guy that I was going to have to live with the entire summer. The headache that I temporarily forgot because of my embarrassment came pounding harder, making me groan loudly.

"Hangover?" Lyah appeared in the doorway, a slightly worried look on her face.

"Is that what this is called?"

She nods her head and leaves, not closing the door. That's one thing I hate about her, and my family. Whenever I'm in my room and my mom or dad come inside to check on me, treating me like a kid, they never close the door when they leave. Sometimes I even shout at them to close the door but apparently they get a temporary hearing problem and leave the door open wide.

I pull a pillow over my head to drown the ringing in my ears. I contain the urge to scream and instead, I throw something at the door to close it. Too bad it misses and hits the wall with a loud thump. I bury my head into the pillow just wishing for more sleep.

Hearing a snort from behind me, I whip around, increasing the hurt in my head. Reed was standing there shirtless with a smug grin on his face. My eyes couldn't help traveling down to his well defined abdominal muscles. I could tell he's been working out recently from the sweat in his hair, traveling down to his forehead.

"What?" I scowl.

He just laughs a deep, sexy laugh and takes a seat on the red armchair next to my bed. He looks almost amused by my pain.

"You're so hungover it's sad."

I throw a pillow at him, but he catches it with ease. He plays with it in his hand a little before he throws it back to me, the suddenly painful pillow hitting my face.

"You know how many drinks you had?" he asked, still a hint of amusement in his voice. "3. 3 drinks and you were out."

"I'm sure that's normal."

Right?

"You passed out in my arms."

Oh right...

"That's what drunk people do."

"You complimented my eyes and asked what type of mascara I used!" He starts laughing again.

I don't remember that!

"Oh." Is all I could say.

Oh. My. God. If that's what drunk Jacey's like I don't want to meet her, ever. Then again, I wouldn't be able to because I would be drunk Jacey, which is even worse because I don't want to be the girl who told everyone to suck her dick, and I knew drunk Jacey would tell everyone to suck her non-existent dick.

"You look like you need a hangover smoothie." Reed finally pipes up. Noticing the confused expression on my face, he goes on. "To get rid of your raging headache."

He leaves the room, coming back a few minutes later with a glass of weird green stuff. I found myself slightly disappointed that he put on a shirt, but it fit him well. Loose and tight at the same time.

"You look like I'm trying to drug you or something." he notices my hesitation to drink the green liquid.

"Well, the last time you gave me a drink didn't end well, did it?"