Warzone

Chapter 9

My head; oh God I think a bomb went off inside it. I groan as I turn around in the bed. I've no idea what I drank last night but my mouth tastes like a homeless man. 

I remember bits of last night, not everything though. I remember arriving and getting lost then it got hazy then I was dancing with Nath then it goes blank until the car journey back where Tom and me we're singing like idiots. From what I remember it was "All Time Low"; I'm amazed the driver or anyone else didn't kill us.

Then I hear a groan next to me. FUCK. 

"What time is it?" I hear the person next to me mumble.

I look over and Tom, lying face down into the pillow. My heart is running a marathon now.

"Emmmm why are you in my bed?" I ask calmly.

"You're not, we're in mine. My throat is killing me, I need a fry." He shuffles to face me.

"Why am I practically naked?"

"You said you'd ruin your dress if you slept in it, I had no objections to that," he winks.

"Pervert," I mutter, "we didn't you know" I wriggle my eyebrows.

"God no!" he laughs, "I'd want you sober for the Parker experience" he winks.

I loved that one thing about Tom, even in awkward situations he made me laugh.

"I'm never drinking again," I tell him, snuggling into the pillow

"Me neither, what was Nareesha giving us?"

"I can't remember anything," I tell him flatly, "I think we we're singing last night..."

"Yeah we we're. Tasha looked like she wanted to kill you."

I hate Tom and his perfect drunk memory. He's the only person I know who will get wasted and be able to tell you everything the next morning, right down to what the wallpaper in the club looked like.

"And here I was thinking she gave everyone except Jay that look."

"Yeah but especially you though. Tea?"

"You legend. Make mine really strong," I smile.

"I take mine with 2, no 3 sugars," he tells me, pushing me out of the bed.

"It's your house, I'm a guest!"

"One, you make me get my own tea at yours and two, feel lucky because the most any other girl gets who sleeps in this bed is taxi fare,"

I sigh and throw on one of his t-shirts. I don't even bother with trousers; they look too complicated to get on.

"It suits you," he mocks.

I just throw him the finger before leaving his room. I open the door to the sitting/ kitchen area and I regret it immediately. Jay was sprawled out on the couch with a duvet wrapped around him.

"Morning" I break the silence

"Morning Kee, have fun last night?" he replies. 

"Em, yeah I passed out in Tom's bed last night" I awkwardly reply.

I swear I hear him mutter, "I'm sure you did." 

"Tasha not here?" I ask

"Eh no, she had to leave early for work or something," he replies,