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Denying the Undeniable

Dimitri's POV

Despite what many think, I actually like a lot of things. One thing I don't appreciate though, is waking up with a pounding in my head, sunlight beaming me in the eyes. 

"Fuck!" I curse, burying my face in my heads. When my vision clears long enough for me to see in front of my face, I pick my head up.

Wait...this isn't my room.

"You're up," a relived voice breaths. The girl timidly smiles at me when I glare at her.

"Where am I and who the hell are you?" I demand, feeling a tiny bit guilty when she flinches back. My brain fuzzes like static as I try to recap what happened between her and I. 

Sighing, she runs her hand through her already hectic hair. "You forgot, huh?" She responds, not directly answering my question.

Did I...? With somebody I don't even know? "Hey, I'm sorry if I did anything but you have to understand that I was drunk and it will never happen again."

Her face scrunches up adorably in confusion.

Did I just call her adorable? I'm on a roll today, aren't I? She blinks once and when she realizes what I mean, her eyes widen.

"NO!" She practically screeches at me and I wince as my head pounds. "We didn't do anything! God, if I did Matthew would have my head! Well, he would probably kill you first then kill me but he would bring me back to life to kill me again! I wouldn't be talking to you if we had done anything! I most likely would've kicked myself before kicking you out. I mean we don't even know each other and you seem to not like-"

"Hey, do me a favor and shut up," I interject, dragging myself into a sitting position.

"Sorry," she lowers her head, trying to hid her tomato colored cheeks. I look away from her, confused by the strong urge to tease her.

"No problem," I grumble. "Now, do you mind telling me where you brought me?"

"Well..." she trails off.

"A well is a place people get water from. Start talking sweetheart," I state.

"GRACIE GET YOUR ASS HERE -Oh, hello," a short boy with blonde hair and green eyes changes his tone seeing me up.

"Hey," I respond.

"What's up Luke?" The girl asks. Luke eyes me as if what he's about to say is some big secret I'm not supposed to hear.

"Well 1, Dad's coming home early and 2, Aaron's on the phone."

I don't think I've ever seen anything as pale as the girl's face when the boy named Luke, finishes his sentence.

"Drop the line," she growls. I'm taken aback by her sudden bipolar-like change of attitude.

"But-"

"Por favor {please}," she answers in another language that is most likely Spanish. Luke seems to understand her clearly and his frown deepens.

"Es en serio? {Are you serious?}" He asks, also taking up the new language. She nods and Luke sighs, shaking his head.  I don't know much Spanish (I can barely speaking English) but I managed to gather bits of their short interaction.

Something about the girl not wanting to talk to a boy named Aaron on the phone. It doesn't take a genius to find out that something happened. And that it happened quite recently.