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Chapter 2; Who's this sexy guy in my apartment making me breakfast?

I woke up to the smell of bacon.

Wait...Bacon? I always did the cooking...Matt couldn't cook to save his life...

I sat up straight in bed, and regretted it instantly. I groaned as the massive headache overwhelmed me and the sudden nausea churning in my stomach caused acid to rise up my throat.

"Shit!" I exclaimed, and half-ran, half-stumbled to the bathroom where I rpoceeded to throw up everything in my stomach, which wasn't much, into the toilet. Last nights dinner that I'd barely been able to make through the tears.

Wait, tears? That was when it all came back to me. Matt. Chrissy. The breakup.

"Oh..." I moaned. "Oh, no...oh no, oh no, oh no..." I mumbled, resting my head in my hands. A sharp stabbing feeling jabbed me in the chest, right where my heart was, and I rolled up into a ball.

I tried to keep in the tears, and sniffed, and through the smell of vomit, came the bacon again. What the fuck was that? I flushed the toilet, then slowly stood up on shaky legs. After rinsing my mouth out in the sink, I crept towards the kitchen. The smell got stronger, and noises of things sizzling came to me also.

I poked my head around the corner of the hallway and peered into the kitchen, and my jaw dropped.

There..making breakfast...looked like the sexiest man alive. Short blondish-brownish hair fell into his over his eyes pointed towards a pan on my stove, and stubble coated his jaw and cheeks. He was wearing low slung jeans, and a light navy blue long sleeved cotton tee.

I shifted my weight, causing the floorboard beneath my to squeak, and saw his eyes flash towards me. Brilliant, sparkling blue ones, the color of the ocean. A dazzling smile lit his face, showing his perfect straight white teeth, when he saw me peeking at him.

"Morning, roommate." he said, and I almost melted at the sound of his voice.

"Uh, h-hi." I stuttered. He smirked, and went back to the food he was making. God, Sam, quit drooling! You need to find out why this strange, yet sexy, man was in your apartment!

I stood up straight and walked to the kitchen counter, perching myself on one of the stools. The man turned around with a plate full of delicious looking eggs, bacon, and toast with jam. He set the plate in front of me with a tall glass of orange juice and a napkin. I looked down at my suspiciously and looked back at him as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the counter, and stared at me.

"How's the hangover?" he asked me pleasantly, giving me an amused look. At the mention of it, my stomach lurched, and my forehead ached.

"Oh God, where's the painkillers." I muttered, hopping off my stool and heading towards the cabinets. After taking four with my orange juice, I got back on my stool, resting my hands in my lap, and stared up at Mr.Sexy. He stared right back, a wry smile turning up.

"Your breakfast is gonna get cold." he murmured after a few beats of silence. I pursed my lips and he chuckled.

"So...who exactly are you?" I asked finally. He held his hand out to me, and I took it wearily.

"Jared. Jared Deike." he said, giving my hand a light shake before releasing it.

"Um, okay. Nice to meet you..I'm Sam...Now, would you please tell me why you're in my apartment?"

"You mean our apartment?" he asked innocently.

"Uh, no, I mean my apartment. Mine. Nobody else's." I said like he was stupid. Maybe he was. What was stupid was the amused look that never left his pretty little face. Suddenly I wanted to slap it off. Really badly. Really Badly...