Wasted (lrh)

Chapter Four: Leggo My Belgium Eggo

I woke up with a heavy pounding in my head, and in a bed that was not my own. I looked around the room, the bed was a decent size, there was a desk across the room with a few textbooks, and oddly enough, an unplugged desk lamp. Next to the desk was an electric guitar on a stand. Scattered  throughout the room were posters, specifically posters of bands like Green Day, All Time Low, Good Charolette, etc. I pondered for a moment about who this room could belong to, but that made my headache worse. I sat up and noticed a glass of water and asprin on the bed side table. I gladly took the asprin and chugged all of the water, wiping my mouth off with the the back of my hand when I was done. As I set the glass back down on the end table, the door opened and Luke entered with a plate of toast. He looked down at me as he shut the door and shot me a smile. He walked over to me and set the plate next to the empty glass.

"Tori, how are you?" he asked me as he sat at the foot of the bed.

"Besides the raging headache, I think I'm okay," I answered truthfully.

"Good. And um just to let you know, I have band practice with the boys in an hour.  Ashton is making us go, he says it's really important. You can come with me if you want...you don't have to go, I-I just...But you can stay here as long as you would like," he rambled.

"Thank you," is all I managed to say to him. He looked at me and nodded.

"Do you, uh, wanna talk about it?"

"Not really. And I honestly don't remember that much," I told him while looking at my hands and playing with a hair tie on my wrist.

"Well, do you wanna know?"
After thinking for a second about his question, I nodded.

After he filled me in about the events of the night before, I scooted closer to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt him tense for a second before he put his arms around my back and returned the hug, which surprised me.

"Why?" I asked him, still engulfed in his embrace.

"Why? What are you asking?" he puzzled, breaking our hug and sitting back to look at me.

"Why did you help me? You hate me."

"Tori..."

"Ever since Michael introduced us, all you have ever done is shit on me," I explained. He chuckled at my response.

"If you don't mind me asking, what happened between you and Michael last night?"

"Nothing," I snapped.

"We both know that's complete bull shit," he said looking up at me from his spot at the other end of the bed. There was a slight pause in the conversation as I thought of an answer.

"I- I don't...It all happened so quickly. I'm not even sure," I sighed out.

"Nevermind, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"No no, I think I should...Michael and I were dancing and I saw Isa and Ash, and I commented on how cute they are and suddenly he was subtly confessing his love for me and I was in his arms and leaning in for a kiss," I sighed in one breath. "And I don't like Michael..." I added.

"I always thought you had a thing for him."

"I mean, we are friends, best friends in fact. And I don't like the idea of being something more," I stated. "Last night I freaked out at him and now I'm scared he's mad at me or upset that I rejected him."