Chanel's Story

Chapter 7: Recap and Repeat

The next morning I woke up in my bed at my dad's house with a killer headache. I looked around and saw that I was in a tank top and shorts. I got up went to the mirror and saw that I had on the makeup from last night and my hair was the same.

I went to my cell phone on the dresser and realized that it wasn't mine. Turning around I saw that there was a blanket and pillow on the floor. That was when I heard something from downstairs. I made my way down to the kitchen.

When I got there I saw Trey shirtless making pancakes.

"Hey. What happened last night?" I asked him.

"What didn't happen last night," he said looking up at me smiling.

"Why are you here? My pancakes in my dad's kitchen?" I asked him.

He put three pancakes on a plate and put it and a glass of orange juice in front of me.

"You got hella bent last night Chanel. Like you was crack head gone. You was on some other type of shit."

"That explain my headache," I said picking up some food to eat.

"Well I sure as hell wasn't gonna let you drive me or yourself home so I took your keys to bring you here. It was around 3 something so I tried calling your bro; no answer. mom; no answer and then your pops."

"Shit. What did he say?" I asked him. 

"I thought that he was gonna get on your ass and mines but he was really cool about it. He said that he know you been going through some things and you wanted a little stress reliever from it all," he said as he sat down to eat across from me. 

Trey had the body of a Greek God. His muscles were big but not too big to the point where it was nasty and fuck a 6-pack. My friend had a whole 8-pack. I was trying to keep myself from staring. 

"Wait does my dad even know that you stayed the night?" I asked him knowing that my dad would throw a fit if he knew a boy was staying the night in his house with me. 

"Oh yea. He said he wasn't in good enough condition to drive home and take care of me so he said it was cool if I bummed on the floor for the night. I told my mom that I was here and she gonna be here to pick me up any minute now. Let me go and put some clothes on my fine ass," he said with a smirk.

"What you smiling for?" I asked him curious. 

"Just laughing at the fact that you don't remember what happend last night." 

I was thinking. Did I sleep with Trey last night? We've been friends for the longest and it would be really bad if I slept with him. It would cut our friendship so much awkward. 

"Did I slee-," I asked before he cut me off. 

"Hell no. When we got here your drunk ass was trying to feel all up on my body. You was the one saying all this stuff like 'Trey you so fine' 'Fuck Malik I want you Trey'. It was the funniest thing I ever seen in my life. You was just letting the alcohol talk," he said making his way up the stairs. 

I was really happy that Trey didn't take that opportunity to sleep with me because I know that I wouldn't have done it if I was sober. Besides, we were friends and Trey and I were on the same page about that. He would never consider having sex or a relationship with me. 

He came down and into the kitchen with a shirt and some pajama pants I had seen before. They looked like straight highwaters on him. I laughed so hard. 

"Don't laugh at me. Your dad said I could borrow some of his clothes and that nigga is like super short," I continued to laugh at him. "So you wanna laugh. I should've left you miserable last night."