Cliché [COMPLETE]

Ch. 22 - Eh'm a barbeh gurl

AN: How I pictured Georgia at the top. Sorry in advance if there are any mistakes, this is unedited and I find this chapter kind of boring but the next chapter will be fun, promise.

I woke up releasing a low groan of pain, my head throbbing as I rubbed at my eyes and pulled the covers over my body.

God my head hurts.

I took in a deep breath, slowly blinking as I turned over on my side to find Carlos sleeping only in his boxers besides me in bed.

I let out an ear piercing scream, frozen in place as I cried out in horror at Carlos who scrunched his face, his eyes still closed as he cringed and pouted at my loud voice.

"Snooze button...." He murmured under his breath, reaching out and patting my head repeatedly as I continued to scream.

"Carlos!" I yelled, wrenching his hand away as I quickly sat myself up, my heart dropping to my stomach when I realized I was only in my bra and panties under the sheets.

Carlos slowly got up, rubbing his hand over his face before he slowly turned his head to me, furrowing his brows in confusion before his eyes widened in realization.

I had to slam my hands over my ears, wincing at the shrill high pitched shriek that left Carlos' lips as he began to freak out, fanning himself with his hands in alarm as we inched away from eachother.

"Don't look at me you pervert! I'm indecent!" Carlos screamed, bringing the blanket up to cover his body as I rolled my eyes and kicked him off my bed making him let out a yelp as he fell to the floor with a thud.

"Carlos did we..." I gulped after a few moments of silence, tugging at my hair as my eyes darted over to him on the ground while I began to hypervenilate.

"How the fuck am I supposed to know Nat I was drunk." Carlos snapped, rising from the floor as he gave me an angered yet nervous look.

"I am about five seconds away from snapping, do you want to see me snap the fuck out on you because I will." I said, my cheeks flushing with rage as I took the nearest pillow and chucked it at his face making him let out a "oomf" as he fell back to the floor.

"Steee-rike!" I heard Carlos' muffled voice announce as he raised his thumbs up for me to see while I clenched my fists.

"Take this seriously before I throw your body out the fucking window!"

"Don't you think I'm grossed out too!? Carlos Junior has probably been abused and scarred by your crusty dusty puss-"

"Okay, okay, I think I've put you two through enough torture." Georgia laughed out from the front of the room, causing Carlos and I to snap our heads to her in surprise.

"Oh my god, were you just watching us all night!? You es so nastyyy...." Carlos gawked, placing a hand over his chest like a flustered old woman as he gave her a disgusted once over.

"Watch it bitch." Georgia scowled, pointing at Carlos with a warning look as he smirked and raised his hands up in surrender.

"You two didn't have sex with eachother." She claimed, looking between the two of us as Carlos and I exchanged confused looks.

"Okay I know I obviously wasn't thinking clearly and everything was a blur but I definitely heard screaming and moaning." I said, squinting my eyes as I scratched at my head and looked at Georgia.

"Oh right. The screaming was from you but not for what you think. You see, Carlos texted me moping about his room mate kicking him out and since Bernie hadn't been answering his calls he crashed at your place while you were gone. I came in using your spare key to check on him and then I heard you scream in your room. I ran in to find you kicking Carlos to the floor in only your bra and panties before running to your bathroom and throwing up in the toilet while screaming ew."
Georgia explained as I let out a sigh of relief.