Chapter 8: hungover

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*JENNY'S POV*
Ugh. My head is banging. I'm starting to think I have a serious drink problem. Wait. Where am I?
I shoot up and quickly regret it. My head shoots with pain and I fall back down onto the bed.
"Uuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhh," I scream in pain. I stretch out across the bed that's clearly not mine, and realise there's no one in it with me.
Wait did I have sex or not. Where the fuck am I? Ugh I need some coffee and paracetamol.
As if my thoughts were read, an unfamiliar face walks into the room with coffee and paracetamol.
"Hey. You look like shit," I stare at him, and my eyes wander over his body. He's muscular, maybe more than Jake, and his blonde hair falls across his face, hiding his deep green eyes. He hands out the coffee and paracetamol, which I gladly take from...bront....Ben.....Buckley.
Fuck it, I can't remember.
"Thanks, um, do you mind if I take a shower?" I ask hesitantly. His smile grows even bigger.
"Sure and my names Blake," Blake that's it, "if you didn't remember."
"Thanks, and after can you please explain last night?"
"Yeah, of course," he walks out and leaves me to shower. I grab the paracetamol and neck it down. I take a swig of coffee to get rid of the taste. I slowly get up and walk to the en suite. It's quite big. I stare into the mirror.
Wow I do look like crap. My eyes are puffy and red, but I remember crying last night. I slowly strip and climb into the shower. I turn the temperature to freezing and lather myself in soap. It smells like lavender. Nice.
After a good ten minutes, I push the curtain back. Where are my clothes? I look around. I only see a yellow summer dress. God I hate yellow, and when did he come in. I never noticed.
I put the dress on and walk to the kitchen. Wait, why does he have a dress? I wander in, only to see, Georgia and Chris. They all turn and stare at me.
"Um, hi. I'm extremely confused?" I walk over to them and sit next to Blake opposite them.
"Your clothes are in the washing machine. Jenny, these are my parents," wait. What.
"Blake, don't worry, we already know Jenny here. She was one of our patients." Georgia exclaims, grabbing her bag. Chris stands and pulls her up with him. They slowly walk out and wave. Blake turned to me, " now last night,"
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