Four-eyed Beauty

Hang Over

Chapter 6: Hangover




Bright.




That was the first thing that registered into my mind.




It was too damn bright.




I tried to crack open an eyelid to find the bright morning sun light blaring and assaulting my eyes through the clear sliding door leading out into-- what most probably be the balcony, I quickly closed my eyes wanting to fall back into sleep.




I wasn't ready to face the hangover that will most probably hurt like a mother. I was ready to catch some z's when I had felt the bed shift next to me, my eyes bulged open and as quickly as I did the headache soon followed.




Oh, dear lord. I prayed , what had happened last night?!




I tried to pick any kind of memory I had from last night but came up with nothing, so instead I looked around to find some clues. My eyes bulged out even further when my eyes trailed down my body underneath the covers, my clothes were crumpled down the floor as if they were desperately thrown off. I was in my brief boxers in a bed with someone, and I cant remember a damn thing.




Fuck.




Getting drunk to the point you cant remember anything was never a good sign, it probably meant I had done something stupid without my sobered consent. Besides I never liked waking up practically naked beside a stranger, what if it was a guy?! God dammit. Or worse?? What if it was the best night And I had no memory of it what so ever.....but then that was exaggerating, what was worse was waking up with someone you hardly knew and the next few months you'll find that you have a kid on the way.




I felt my face pale at the horrible thought, I wasn't that reckless, I was irresponsible sure but not to the point I was going to destroy my future having a kid on the way. I mean HELLO! I wasn't going to get anymore chicks if I was a fuckin father.




I was contemplating if I should just go back to sleep and pretend I was just dreaming or dash off and forget it ever happened, slowly sliding my body at the edge of the bed I was getting ready to slip off as quietly as possible but before my feet, a feather light touch had brushed my back and sent me bolting upright and out of the bed, the shivers were still there and felt like they were spreading.




"Shit!" I cursed unfortunately a little too loudly, my hand instinctively rubbed the back of my neck, my back was my weakness.




My kryptonite.







I was ticklish.




My eyes widened in realization as I stared at the messed up lawn out the clear sliding door, fragments of last nights events came rushing in me.




Party




Jeff




Dance floor




Drunk