Restoring Eternity

Chapter 2

My eyes slowly opened and I looked around, trying to clear my vision. I was in a hotel room, I had no idea where. I was in a huge, soft bed. There was a dresser with the biggest TV I’d ever seen five feet in front of me. The light was harsh and hurt my eyes. I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain rocketed through my head and I laid back down, whimpering. I turned my head to the right and gasped.

            Austin Carlile was sitting in a chair beside the bed, asleep. Snoring and everything.

I didn’t know what to do. I was freaking out on the inside, but to anyone else I would’ve appeared calm. He looked amazing even when he was fucking sleeping.

            Looking away and closing my eyes, I tried to get my head together and place everything that happened last night. I kicked Gielle, then tripped and hit my head. I figured Austin must’ve grabbed me and brought me here. My eyes snapped open. Riley!

            I looked all around for my purse, but I didn’t see it. I was still in my dress from last night. I sort of rolled to the edge of the bed, and sure enough, my heels were there, but not my purse.

            I tried to sit up again, and succeeded, with pain. After I was sort of comfortable, I saw that Austin had woken up and was watching me the whole time. I jumped.

            “You’re conscious,” he said, yawning and grinning. “That’s good.”

I didn’t know how to reply, so I just nodded. I’d been to tons of concerts and met practically all my idols except Austin, so I knew freezing up or screaming wouldn’t get me anywhere.

            “It’s so bright in here,” I said instead, squeezing my eyes shut to the sudden headache.

            “Shit, sorry,” Austin said, going to the curtains and closing them so it was dimmer. “Is that better?”

            “So much, thank you,” I said, relaxing a bit. “How did I get here?” Austin chuckled.

            “Well, after you kicked Gielle in the vagina, I saw trip and hit your head, so I picked you up and ran before her bitches could get to you. Brought you here.”

            So. I had kicked Gielle Hellevig in the vagina. This is just too good.

            “Um, where’s my purse?” I asked. “I have to text my friend Riley. He was talking to Alex when I left him.”

            Austin frowned. “You didn’t have a purse when I brought you here,” he said, “it must still be at the club. But hey, you can call your friend on my phone if you want.”

            “Thanks,” I said in relief, reaching for it.

            “But questions first,” Austin said. I sat back, letting my arm drop.

            “Questions. Right.”

            “I need to know your name.”

            “Drew Alexander. But everyone just calls me Drew.”

            “How old are you?”

            “Eighteen,” I said. Austin raised his eyebrows, questioning me. “The day before yesterday was my birthday and my friend Stella gave me and Riley passes to the club.”

            Austin exhaled, then smiled. “Okay,” he said. “We’re more familiar with each other now. I’m assuming you know me, right?”

            “Of course,” I breathed.

            “You’re handling yourself really well,” he commented.

            “Not really,” I laughed. I’m hyperventilating on the inside.” We sat for a moment in comfortable silence before I broke it.

            “I should probably call Riley now.”

            “Right, right,” Austin murmured, handing me his phone. I took it, getting out of the bed and standing on the soft carpet.

            I tapped Riley’s number in. He answered on the first ring.

            “Hello?”

            “Riley, it’s me.”

            “Drew Violet Alexander! Where the fucking fuck have you fucking been? I was so fucking worried about you!” I smiled apologetically at Austin, who was trying hard not to laugh.

            “Riley,” I tried, but he kept yelling over me. I sighed. “Riley!” I shouted into the phone. “Fucking listen to me, damn! I saw Austin Carlile across the club and I went to say hi, but then Gielle and her bitches cornered him like hyenas, so I got nervous and went to help and I ended up kicking Gielle in the vagina and telling her to go to hell.”

            “Wait, you kicked Gielle Hellevig in the vagina with your heels on?”

            “Yeah,” I said sheepishly.

            “You go, girl! That’s my bitch. What happened after that, though?”

            “I hit my head on one of those stupid statues and Austin brought me to his  hotel room.”

            “Shit. I just wanted to make sure you were okay, girl. You know I love you.”

            “I love you to, Ri. I’m fine, I promise.”

            “Get his dick for me. Bye.”

I hung the phone up and handed it back to Austin.

            “He seems nice,” he commented.

            “He is,” I laughed, rolling my eyes. “He just worries about me. I used to do a lot of crazy shit back in the day and he wants to make sure I’m not going down that road again.”

            Bringing the memories back up made me tired and I sat across from Austin, running my hands through my hair and sighing.

            “Hey, you okay?” Austin asked, looking into my eyes. I nodded.

            “I’m fine,” I said. He didn’t believe me, but thankfully didn’t push it.

            “I never got to thank you,” Austin said. “For helping me with Gielle. I don’t know what her problem is.”

            “Just tell her off,” I said, standing up again and putting my shoes on.

            “I’ve tried that before,” Austin said, exasperated. “She just thinks I’m kidding. I don’t want to be mean or anything, but I might have to.”

            “Duh,” I said. “If she can’t take a hint, make her take it. Wait until she’s completely sober of all drugs to tell her so she’ll really get the point.”

                    "Yeah," Austin said, but I could tell this thing with Gielle was really bothering him.