Call Me Maybe

Chapter NINETEEN

Gemma sighed, slowly she opened her eyes and realise that the day already turn to morning. She ran her hand to grab her blond hair, her head felt so heavy. She was drunk last night, she knew. She stared at the plafond of the room where she was been now. She felt something weird and different. She kept her eyes looking at the plafond, watching it around. Her apartment doesn't have this plafon, and also not as big as this. Her bed is not so comfortable like the bed where she was lying right now. She need a little more time to finally realise that it was not her room.

Where am i? She asked to herself. She couldn't remember what happened last night. Her memory was stuck, the last thing she could recall was when the waitress gave her the fifth glass, then she got a bad headache, and then she seemed like to see Marco's face. Marco was in front of her, so close and... Oh my god!! She directly rose to sit from her lying position when she turned her head and found Marco was sleeping beside her and he was shirtless. What the hell?? She started to panic.

What was going on? Why Marco could sleep beside her and shirtless. Gemma removed her blanket and immediately checked her body. She was still dressed but whose t-shirt she was wearing right now and why she just wore t-shirt without short?? Oh my god, oh my god, no way!! It couldn't be happened!! She was sleep on the same bed with Marco and how she could wear t-shirt which not belonged to her?? She didn't remember anything.

Gemma closed her mouth with her hands and tried to breath as usual as she tried to recall one by one the lost memory about last night, but she couldn't. She even couldn't focus on thinking. Her head fulled with imagination of herself and Marco and their sex. Jesus.. How she could be so stupid? How she couldn't control herself to not drink a lot of beer? She made a fool to herself. She hated her mom and everything she did and now Gemma suddenly felt that she wasn't different with her mom to drunk and to have sex with a guy who wasn't her husband or her boyfriend. And what the worst things were because this was her first and he was Marco Reus.

Gemma got out from the bed slowly. She didn't want to make Marco woke up though she really wanted to kill him. In a rush, she walked faster to reach the sofa where her jeans and her other stuff were laid. First, she wore her jeans, but she couldn't find her sweater and jacket. She turned her head, directly focused her eyes to the area around the bed, but she found nothing. She looked around the room, thinking where maybe she took off her clothes. But then imagination of Marco when he took off her clothes showed up again on her head. Damn it, thinking!! She reminded herself.

"Hey, you wake up?" This voice surprised her. She directly turned her head and walked approaching him on the bed from the sofa. "How do you..,"

"Bastard!!!" She snapped as she hit him with the pillow right to his face.

"What are you doing?" Asked Marco directly. He was surprised with Gemma's action who suddenly hit him with pillow. What a great good morning.

"What am i doing? I'm the only one who have to ask you what are you doing?? What did you do to me?" Gemma shouted angrily and hit him again with another pillow.

"What do you mean?" Asked Marco as he warded the pillow with his arm.

"What do i mean?? You took advantage from me when i was drunk!! You're bastard, Reus!!" She cried out as she pushed Marco's chest roughly.

"What advantage?? Hey calm down.." Marco tried to calm her down. He tried to held her hand because she looked like wouldn't stop to attack him. He didn't understand why she could be so wild like this. She mad at him of a sudden like a crazy.

Gemma pulled her hand from Marco. "Don't pretend innocence, goon," she shouted again. "If i didn't drunk last night, i definitely would kick you right on your thing and i didn't want to have sex with someone like you!!"