Don't Make A Sound

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Isabella's POV:

I felt a hard pounding on my head as I squeezed my eyes shut before opening them. It was bright and my eyes had a hard time adjusting. As I started to sit up I felt my stomach turn in knots.

I gagged, feeling whatever was in my system wanting to come out.

"No, no, no! Not on the floor! My parents will kill me!" I heard someone say as they rushed in to put a trash can by me.

I couldn't look to see who it was as I gasped and threw up. All the contents of my stomach going in the trash can. I felt my throat burn as I puked up stomach acid.

I leaned up holding my stomach, which was incredibly sore. Looking around and I realized this isn't my room.

I'm not home, where am I? I put my hand over my eyes to dim them a little bit from the brightness.

"Princess, how do you feel?" I heard,

I looked to my right and saw Adrian standing over me. I cringed and laid back down knowing I was safe.

How do I feel? I feel like I got hit by a truck. Probably appropriate term too since I most likely look like road kill.

"Princess?" He asked as I turned and snuggled into the blankets further.

"I'll go get you some bread and ginger ale." He laughed before leaving,

I took a good look around his room before reminiscing about last night. I smacked myself on the forehead before immediately regretting it. My head felt like I had a concussion.

"Okay, this isn't gonna taste very good but it'll help. Is this your first hangover?" He asked while handing me a glass of liquid and bread.

I nodded and he grabbed a pen and notebook from his side table before handing it to me.

What happened last night? How did I get here? I wrote,

"You threw up in the driveway and I came and got you. On the way here you fell asleep in the car so I had to carry you. You're cute when your drunk, really disobedient though. It took me forever to get you in the car." He explained,

Jeez, what a mess.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so much trouble or to get drunk. Angie really wanted me to let loose after I got a little down about Seth leaving. I told him,

"Then remind me to yell at Angie, I'm glad I texted when I did. Some dumbass was trying to get you to kiss him by the time I showed up and found you." He said with venom lacing his voice, grabbing a chair next to me.

I took a sip of my ginger ale trying to remember, it all seemed a little blurry though.

I think I remember part of that. I said,

He looked deep in thought while rubbing his hands together.

"Have you been kissed before? Princess." He asked hesitantly, almost sounding nervous of my answer.

I was nervous too, about how he would take my answer at least. I felt my cheeks heating up and I was hesitant to write it down. I'm seventeen already, it's embarrassing.

I shook my head no and looked down while absent mindedly chewing on the inside of my cheek.

"You've never had your first kiss, princess?" He asked looking incredulous,

Almost like he didn't believe me. But I have really no reason to lie, I simply shook my head no again without looking up.

"How much more innocent can you get?" He questioned,