A Rattle in The Frame

Chapter 3

~JoAnn~

I woke up the next morning in my bed with a killer headache and feeling the need to shoot the sun. Dazed, I looked around.

How the hell did I manage to make it home last night? I froze when my mind went to a particular green eyed face.

Oh God... I was drunk last night and...

I threw the covers off of me and let out sigh of relief when I saw that I was still in my jeans from yesterday.

"Relax, I wouldn't do that to you."

I jumped at the sound of someone talking in the silence of my apartment before looking up at Blaise, "What are you doing here?"

"Good morning to you too! Thanks for the warm welcome seeing to the fact that I held your hair last night as you puked your guts out."

I blushed brightly, remembering the scene of me laying on the bathroom floor, clutching the toilet bowl for dear life and a warm hand brushing sweat and hair from my face, "Oh." Was all I could manage.

He chuckled, "Yeah, you know for something as little as you, your stomach can sure hold a lot."

I groaned and rubbed my face, before slowly climbing out of bed, "Well in any case, thank you for assisting me last night, but it is probably time for you to leave or go to class or something."

"Are you trying to get rid of me?" He stepped out of the way of the door frame to let me pass.

"Maybe." I grumbled as another part of me protested the thought of him leaving.

I duct taped that part's mouth shut.

I paused when I stepped into the small room. The kitchenette was engulfed in amazing smells of bacon, eggs and...

"Cinnamon rolls?" I looked up at him, "Who are you, the Pillsbury Dough Boy?" I teased.

He grinned sheepishly and ran a hand along the back of his neck, "Yeah. Honestly, I'd rather be a chef than get a Bachelor's degree in fine arts but fine arts pays better."

I raised a brow. Ladies man, Blaise Doones, wanted to be a professional Chef.

I let out a small huff of surprise and scooped up a piece of bacon.

"You've got more sass when you're hungover."

"And you're more annoying when I'm hungover." I stumbled over to the coffee pot, secretly wishing he would leave so that I could mope and sleep without worrying about how unattractive I would look while doing it.

Blaise paused, "That was a little mean, don't you think?"

I sighed, "Maybe a little, but I have a right to be rude to you, seeing to the fact that it's your fault I was at the party to get drunk in the first place."

He cringed, "I know and I'm sorry for that. I didn't think you would get so wasted."

"Blaise, I told you I would! Did that little bit of information slip your mind?" I rolled my eyes and proceeded to attempt to pour coffee in my cup.

I missed.

The scorching liquid spilled on my hand and a little ways down my arm before I even realized it was spilled.

I let out a yelp and dropped the mug, causing it to shatter to the floor with a devastating crash.

Blaise was by my side in an instant, "You okay? How did you manage to spill coffee on yourself? Water... We need to run it under cool water."