Victoria's Secret Angel

Seven

(Kendal's pov)

Waking up in the morning was like drums were continuously pounding in my head. I tried to lift my head from my pillow, but it felt as heavy as a boulder.

Last night had really took a toll on me. Sam convinced me to go with them to the after party. Since I was under 21, Mia secretly bought me drinks and promised me Jasmine wouldn't find out. But Jasmine caught me later that night drunk off my ass and sure as hell didn't approve.

I don't remember much after that...just a few more of those tropical drinks and dancing with some more people.

I roll over with a groan and rub my temples. Thank God it's Sunday. Bracing myself, I sit up fully on the bed, squinting my eyes at the sunlight streaming through the windows. I reach for my glasses on the nightstand and slide them on. Then it hits me.

This isn't my room

My eyes snap open wide and I search my surroundings for a blunt object. Where ever I am I'm not going down without a fight. The lamp next to the bed catches my eye and I slowly creep across the bed. 

"Well, look who's finally awake!" I stop in mid crawl at the man's voice and then jump to my feet with a scream. Wrapping my hands around the lamp tightly, I point it towards him in a threatening manner.

As soon as my vision clears and I get a good look at the man, my arms lower. "B-Byton?" He stands in front of the doorway holding two coffee mugs.

"Yes, it's me, Kendal. Now, put the lamp down," After he slowly puts the mugs down, he holds out his hands in front of him. "Please."

My eyes narrow at him and I raise the lamp back up, ready to strike at any moment. "What the hell, Bryton!" I start waving the lamp around.

"Kendal, put the lamp down. I can explain everything," he says calmly, not even flinching as I move towards him.

"What happened?" I ask, panicked, "Did I get date raped?"

His eyes widen and he looks at me in complete shock. "Wha-No. I didn't do that. I would never and frankly I'm a little disappointed you would think that of me," he says firmly. "Besides, you are still fully clothed."

I peek down. He's right. I have all my clothes on from last night, a little wrinkled from sleeping. "O-Okay." I place the lamp back on the night stand and run a hand through my knotted hair. I keep my gaze to the ground and bite my lip. "I'm sorry," I whisper.

I watch his bare feet walk toward me. He hands me a cup of hot coffee. "Me too. Now come to the kitchen and I'll explain." I feel his soft lips press against my forehead and then he leaves the room.

As I follow, I pass a mirror in the hall. My curls are all over the place and my cheeks are flushed from embarrassment. I sigh. Lets just get this over with.

We sit down at a little table in his kitchen. Right through an archway is the living room. I look out the window and see we are high up and in the distance I see the ocean. It sparkles under the sunlight. 

"So, this is your apartment?" I ask. He nods as he places sugar and milk on the table. "And...how did I end up here?" I put milk and sugar in my coffee and take a sip. My nose wrinkles from the bitterness. Needs more sugar.

"Well, after the party last night you were smashed and hanging all over me. Jasmine tried to take you home but you wanted to go with me. You said you wanted to, and I quote, 'eat my sexy British ass in bed'."

I look away and pinch the bridge of my nose under my glasses. "Oh, my gosh, I'm really sorry," I say quickly. I'm never drinking again.

"You should be. I don't even consider myself British anymore, thank you very much," he says, crossing his arms. I give him a confused look and he bursts out laughing. "Anyway," he stopped when I didn't even crack a smile, "I brought you back here, helped you take your contacts out because you said they were bothering you, luckily you had glasses in your bag, and tucked you into bed. Don't worry, I slept on the couch," he says and points to the living room. On his couch are sheets and a pillow.