Running Bases With You

Chapter 5

*Annabeth's POV*

"Annabeth. Annabeth, love, please get up."

I feel Talia shake me gently, but I continue to act as if I'm still asleep. I know why she's waking me up, but I could care less.

"Anna-B. Get up."

She shakes me harder this time and I groan, rolling over on my other side facing the wall.

"Annabeth Elizabeth Chase, so help me God, I will drag you out of this bed myself if you don't get your lazy arse up!" She half yells.

I roll back over to face her and peel my eyes open. Her hands are placed firmly on her hips while she stares down at me with her eyebrows raised onto her forehead.

"Well?" She questions.

I groan at her question. "Do I really have to?"

"Yes, you have to, so stop whining! If you want your phone back, I suggest you hurry! We need to leave in an hour." She scolds me like she's my mum and walks out quickly.

"If I come back and you're still in bed, I'll drag you out of this flat in what you're wearing!" I hear her shout from down the hall.

"Honestly, it's fucking Saturday and you're dragging me out of bed at this hour?" I yell back at her, clearly frustrated out of my mind.

"What are you talking about? Look at your clock!"

I turn my head swiftly in the direction of my dresser and see that the clock reads 12:36. Well...I guess it isn't as early as I thought.

"Uhg!" I groan while slamming my face into my pillows. I lay here for awhile before actually falling out of my bed onto the floor in an attempt to get up. I face plant in the process and internally scream in pain. That's gunna leave a mark for sure.

I pull myself up off the floor and shuffle into the bathroom slowly. I slam the door shut for dramatic effect just to piss Talia off and lock it. I take one look in the mirror and almost gag in disgust.

We still went clubbing last night, and yes I wore that stupid little black dress. Talia didn't want me sulking over the breakup (insert annoyed eye roll here) so she forced me out of bed and into the dress before dragging me outside into a cab that took us to the club in which everyone knows our names. Funky Buddha.

Yeah, the same club in which Andy Samuels goes quite often, and sometimes the great and famous Liam Payne too. No, I've never met Liam or his recent girlfriend Sophia since they always stay in the VIP section, but I have met Andy, his lovely girlfriend Daisie, and his best mate and my favorite drinking buddy, Mazzi Maz. Andy and I have talked a few times since I'm always at the club on Friday nights, but we aren't close or anything. He was there with Daisie and Mazzi Maz last night, but I couldn't care less for once in my life because all night, I sat at the bar and drank my sorrows away. Mazzi joined me for awhile, but once he realized I wanted to be left alone, he took his drink somewhere else.

I'm now regretting my excessive drinking last night because of my killer headache and short remembrance of events. How did I even get home last night? When did get home? Eh, who cares I guess.

I look down and see two small tablets of Aleve and a glass of water on the bathroom counter. Silently thanking God and Talia for their kindness, I toss the pills in my mouth and gulp down the water. I slam the glass down not too aggressively, and start to strip down to take a hot shower.

I turn the knobs in the shower on and wait for the water to heat up before stepping in. I stand under the water for probably a good ten minutes or so before actually showering. I lather my hair in apple scented shampoo and conditioner and wash it out thoroughly. I bathe in coconut scented body wash and shave my legs before turning off the shower and stepping out. Cold air and steam swarm around my body as I rip a towel from the rack to my right. I wrap it tightly around my body and go back in my bedroom to find an outfit for the day.