To: good girl, From: bad boy

5- Hangovers

Samantha

I slowly woke up in a very comfortable bed, but I had a horrible headache. I looked down and seen that I was wearing an oversized shirt and shorts. I looked around and slowly got up, holding my head.

I walked out and into the kitchen and seen Tristan Oliver standing at the stove cooking something. He was shirtless and wearing grey joggers.

Woah, I thought. His muscular back moved as he flipped a pancake. I stared until he turned around. "Like what you see?" He laughed and I felt heat rise into my cheeks and my eyes shot down to my bare feet.

"How did I get here?" I asked starting to get furious, but only a little because my head was killing me too much to have a lot of emotion.

"God, please don't tell me that you fucking took advantage of me. You did didn't you!? Ugh! Why was I so-" I started to yell and get pissed until he walked up to me and grabbed my shoulders.

When he touched them he left a fiery feeling. A strange, yet amazing feeling.

"No. I would never do that. You passed out at Jason's party because you had too much to drink, then I was going to take you home because Taylor left you alone and I don't know where you live so I brought you here." He explained letting go of my shoulders. I thought, then got angry again. I don't know why but he makes me like him but angry.

"Then how the hell did my clothes get off then?" I yelled and he laughed. "My maid helped you. You threw up on your dress. It's in the dryer, but she undressed you and redressed you." He smirked.

I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath. "No fucking thank you? Even after basically saved you?" He snapped but turned back around and continued cooking. Where did that come from?

"Thanks." I said and walked up next to him. He looked over at me. "Hungry?" He asked and I shook my head, which made it hurt. I quickly winced and grabbed it.

He giggled and put the pancakes on a plate and grabbed a glass, pouring cold water into it and handing it to me. "Thank you." I groaned and drank.

He smiled, "You should lie back down." He motioned to the room I walked out of. "I don't want to intrude." I said looking back down and he lifted my head up with his finger, "Go. You'll be fine." He smiled and I nodded and walked back to the room.

I lied down and dozed off.

I woke up feeling a lot better. I was under the covers, which I don't remember doing, and the glass of water was sitting next to me on the beside table.

I sat up and looked around. Then I heard a small knock on the bedroom door.

"Come in."

Tristan walked in and was fully dressed, "Hey." He smiled and looked at his watch. "What do you wanna go do? I told Taylor that you're spending the day with me." He smirked and sat down. I was confused, "What?"

"You. Are. Spending. The. Day. With. Me." He spaced his words.

I looked over at him and tilted my head to study his eyes.

His dark green eyes reminded me of a beautiful forest right at dawn because of the flicks of orange around his pupils that looked like the falling sun, and his pupils, they were dark like a stone hidden among the thousands of trees and the highlight of the sun.

He cleared his throat to throw me out of my trance. "So? What do you want to go do?" He asked. I thought, "I don't know."

He smirked and walked out the room, bringing back a shirt and shorts that looked like they could fit me. He handed them to me.

"Put those on. I know what we're doing." He smiled and walked out. I did what he said, even though it scared me. They both fit quite nice.

I put on my shoes and walked out of the room. He was standing, leaning on the bar while staring at his phone. He looked at me once I was out of the room enough to tell I was out.

"Ready? Let's go, good girl."