Losing at Eighteen

Chapter Two: The Morning After

(Things get somewhat Rated R for a moment or so but nothing to graphic I just wanted to warn you guys! haha" 

I woke up with a pounding in my head as if somewhere were hitting my directly with a hammer to the skull. The sun shinning in my room didn't make it any better I just wanted to curl back up in my covers and go back to sleep. Wait sleep? I actually got sleep? I did, I actually slept through the whole night for once without any nightmares of the accident. Finally I... Wait who's this?

I looked over my shoulder to see someone with a jacket over their face snoring their brains out. I kind of panicked and inched back against my headboard and tossed a pillow at them. 

"Hey! Hey! get up" I shouted loudly.  

he culprit jumped up throwing the jacket off of them and stumbled on to the floor. The blonde hair was very familiar and I looked down over my bed as the person rolled on their back groaning.

"Oh god Officer Jacobs, I'm so sorry!" I got down off my bed and grabbed hold of his arm as I he pushed himself up.

"No it's okay I should have left last night I- I uh... I just didn't want to leave you alone you were pretty drunk" He replied.

"Was I? That explains the headache and why I cant remember anything which I probably embarrassed myself so I don't want to remember"  I told him.

"Well I wouldn't say that you weren't to bad" He said smiling as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. I sighed knowing I probably was bad but hey at least I can say I was drunk and had no control over whatever it is I had done. I didn't think much about the night before due to the current events taking place in front of me.

Officer Jacobs had raised both his arms to stretch causing his light gray t-shirt so lift up showing just enough of his abs to make me melt. The small line of light brown hair that made of his happy trail just made my mouth water and I had to get out of that room immediately.

"Uh- Um Officer Jacobs do-" I started but he interrupted me.

"Please just call me Scott I'm only three years older then you don't make me sound like I'm 45 or something" He said and I smiled nervously.

"Right, um Scott would you like some coffee or something?" I asked nearly running out of the room without getting a reply.

"Yeah that sounds great actually" He responded following behind me and I fumbled around in the kitchen looking for the coffee. I was hoping that I hadn't offered up something that I didn't have while praying at the same time I was out and he'd just bend me over the counter- stop. Stop, stop, stop I've gotta stop these thoughts I can not be thinking these things with all thats going on right now. I shook my head pulling open the first two cabinet doors and tried grabbing the coffee can from the top shelf.

"You okay over there?" Scott asked raising an eyebrow as he watched me reach for the can.

"Um yeah I just uh" I tried speaking and grabbing the coffee at the same time but it just wasn't working out.

"Here let me" He said getting up from his place at the island. It only took his a half of a second to step behind me, reach right over my head, and grab the coffee. I don't know what made me more embarrassed at that moment the fact that he was less then an inch from pressing against me or that I couldn't even get to my own coffee.

"Thanks" I said simply twirling around stopping right where I was. My nose literally touched his chest as I looked up at him and he smiled getting a bit red and stepped back.

"I uh- I'm sorry" I looked at him blushing a bit and shook my head.

"No its okay I would have been stuck trying to get that coffee down for about an hour" I lied. I had a step stood right on the side of the refrigerator and I'll tell you it got used a lot.