Vodka // Wesley Tucker

Chapter 2

I woke up to a strange limb falling onto my face, startled I woke and looked at the sleeping body next to me. His body lay uncomfortably across my bed, his head halfway onto a pillow, his body sideways one leg on the bed with his foot hanging off and his other leg bent at the knee with his toes lightly touching the floor. Light snores escaped his lips, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

I got up feeling dizzy and hungover and by the empty bottle that sat by my laptop with the cap on the floor I can assume he drank with me. While he slept I decided to take a shower to rejuvenate my matted curls and rid the stench of vodka from my skin. I grabbed a pair of medium washed ripped skinny jeans and a beige colored cropped halter top and slowly walked to the bathroom. After I showered I filled in my brows, put on some concealer and foundation to cover my drunkness and contoured my face. When I finished, I walked out and noticed Wes sitting at the edge of my bed staring blankly at the floor.

"Hey" the words escaped my lips so quiet, he slowly turned his head and I saw how hungover he looked as well. I walked to my desk and pulled a bottle of aspirin from the drawer, taking two and handing him two as well.

"I dont know if I said it yesterday, but thanks for taking care of me and my well face." I laughed softly as I sat next to him.

"No problem, even though you did walk into me." He smirked, turning his head to look at me and then slightly wincing in pain from his headache.

Just as I was about to say something a sound came from his front pocket. He groaned before pulling out his cellphone. His brows furrowed lightly as he read what seemed to be a text message before letting an 'oh shit' escape his pink lips. He stood and began looking for his shoes which were no where to be found in the small hotel room.

"I think they might be in your room.." I said to him as I put on my white adidas stan smiths and throwing a rose pink bomber jacket on. He nodded slightly.

" I am late and have to meet my friends for breakfast.. do you want to come?" He asked me before looking into my eyes. Captivated by his features, a response didn't leave my lips until he started laughing.

"Oh yeah, uh sure uh yea." I said quickly as my rosy cheeks became rosier.

I grabbed my phone and my wallet before following him out of my room. We stopped in his room so he could take a quick shower and change before we headed to the elevator.

" Oh uh something I should warn you about," He said as we descended to the first floor. "I have quite a fanbase so don't say anything to the girls who will come up to us and don't let go of my hand." He finished as the elevator dinged signalling we've reached our destination. His hand found mine as we walked out of the elevator and a few girls began whispering, 'it's Wes' and 'who's that bitch'. My hand gripped his tighter as he pulled me towards the dining hall. We finally reached the hall as cellphones flashed and girls starting coming closer. When we neared the table, i let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in, I looked up to find myself the center of attention as many sets of eyes stared at me from my curls to my feet.

"Guys, this is Violet." Wes introduced me as he took a seat and patted the seat next to him gesturing me to sit. I smiled awkwardly and sat next to him. One set of eyes remained on me, almost burning into my skin. I looked into these eyes and realized Wes was friends with someone I hated the most. My "step brother", Dakota fucking Brooks. I barely recognized him, and I doubt he recognized me as his eyes stayed fixated on my chest the entire breakfast.