Addicted

Chapter Four

My first thought when I opened my eyes and looked around was where in the HELL am I, and what am I doing here? My head pounded and I felt weighed down with confusion. I remembered losing Hudson and standing in the kitchen with arrogant British guy and the Australian boy with white hair. Thinking hard, I could remember everything about the previous night from the time we arrived at the party, up until I went to the bathroom. From there, it was all fuzzy faces and blackness.

I pulled back the cover and looked down at myself, checking that I was still fully clothed. I was, minus my shoes, which after a closer look around the room, I found sitting in front of a chair next to a chest of drawers big enough for two people. Does one person really own that much clothing or do two people share it? I shook my head and rubbed my face before pushing the covers back and crawling out of the strange and unfamiliar bed.

After standing up, I found my phone laying on the wrinkled white sheet, close to the pillow. I bent down to retrieve it, my fingers warmed by the slight heat of it. I must have slept on it all night without knowing. I slipped it into the pocket of the almost too tight jeans I was wearing. I honestly didn't see how I could feel anything below my waist. Looking back, I didn't see why I didn't try to fight Hudson on the clothing choice. The pockets on my jeans were so small, more than half of my cellphone was sticking out. What was the purpose of even putting the pockets on these jeans?

Out of habit, I removed the pillows from the bed and pulled the blanket towards the headboard. I smoothed out the wrinkles and tucked the blanket between the headboard and mattress, then replaced the pillows. It was just something I always did. Living with my aunt made me get in the habit of a lot of things. Making a bed was only the start. My aunt was so uptight.

Once I made the bed, I walked over to the chair my shoes were sitting front of and grabbed them. I slipped my feet into the red high heeled pumps. I grimaced and looked down at the uncomfortable shoes. I missed my converse. They were safe and comfortable. Familiar. I could feel blisters forming on the sides of my feet.

Wobbling slightly, I walked over to the door and opened it quietly. The house was dead silent, not a sound anywhere. I peeked out of the room and looked right. There were a few more doors and then the hallway ended. I looked left. This time I saw the staircase. I walked out of the room, shutting the door behind me, and headed for the staircase. Holding onto the banister, I made my way down the stairs carefully.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I found myself in the living room. It was obvious that the remainder of the party from the night before hadn't yet been cleaned up. Red plastic cups littered the surface of every table in the room. Furniture sat askew, probably where drunk people had bumped into it. The coffee table hadn't been moved back after being replaced by the long card table full of red cups.

As I was examining the deserted party scene, the kitchen door swung open and out stopped the arrogant British boy, a giant black trash bag in his hand. He looked at me, a smirk making itself comfortable on his face.

"Well, if it isn't sleeping beauty! I was just about to come kiss you awake."

"Sorry, the queen took her curse back. Didn't want me going through a level of torture that high." Even at my mean quip, his smirk didn't falter. There was just no discouraging this kid.

"That's okay. I'd rather kiss the fire breathing dragon anyways." He replied without missing a beat. I glared at him and watched as he began filling the bag with trash.

"The fire breathing dragon would eat you. Not kiss you."

"You're just making an excuse to kiss me." He picked up more cups and tossed them into the bag. He looked up and wiggled his eyebrows at me. I scoffed and walked around the room, stacking red cups into each other so it wouldn't take as long for him to throw them away. When I looked back, he was following behind me, picking up the stacked cups. His green eyes shifted up quickly. My mouth dropped open as I realized he'd been checking me out this entire tie. He smirked and blew me a kiss.