Dare To Spin..

Chapter 9

 I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. Hey what can I say though I drank a shit load after the whole putting Declan to bed thing. That just confused the hell out of me, but even with drinking as much as I did, I still remember everything that happened, and let me say I am thankful for that. I felt Clay’s body start to move next to me just as he groaned. I assumed that he has just as bad of headache as I do but I still pushed his arm and leg off of me so I could go get an aspirin or something. I made it downstairs and decided that I would raid the cupboards as well. Mentally I counted how many people were here so I could start making an enormous breakfast for a whole bunch of hungover teenage boys. Why must I be so sweet.

In not even 20 minutes I hear the loud thuds of all eight boys rummaging around upstairs, thank god the breakfast was just about done because I wouldn’t be able to deal with it all.

“Oh my, is this for us?” It was kinda scary how eight boys that were so different could all be the same.

“Yes, and for me so don’t you dare eat it all. This is like all of Clay’s food so you better thank him too.” Without even so much as a nod they dug in, me joining in as soon as the last batch of omelets and pancakes were done.

“This is so amazing. Thank you. I love you, oh god it’s so good.” Josh was like mumbling and moaning through mouthfuls. It’s kinda weird if you ask me.

“Don’t talk with your mouthful it’s gross.” I smirked with my mouthful might I add, with a little wink at the end just for effect. Josh just glared at me and went back to eating. It was dead silent for the rest of the time we were eating.

“So was last night awesome or what?” Clay’s voice broke us all out of the silence we were in as we were cleaning up. His proud tone made me smile. There was a bunch of yes’s from everyone except Declan. His stood out the most. ‘It could’ve been better. I wasn’t really expecting to drink. I just wanted to talk..’ Yet no one paused to actually listen to him. I looked up at him to see him already looking at me.

“Hey, can I talk to you Q?” “Can I talk to you princess?”

I looked back and forth between Clay and Declan. I didn’t know who to answer. Normal I would’ve went with Clay but after last night I just wasn’t sure. Clay and Declan looked at each other and I wondered who was going to give in first. Knowing well enough that between the two Declan was the bigger man.

“Oh…” Declan gave a soft chuckle. “You can go with Clayton first, mine can wait.”

“Thanks Dec.” I gave him a warm smile hopefully showing that I really appreciated the fact that he stepped in and let me talk to Clay first. Before he could even smile back I was dragged upstairs and into Clay’s room.

“What the hell was that? Princess?” I looked at Clay caught off guard by his outburst.

“It was his nickname for me before he moved. You know you’re being a real ass lately. I thought you were going to be the same Clay I knew before I left but you come here and act like a dick? Is it because you instantly clicked with the “popular guys” because if you happened to forget that was because of me.” I knew I was being a little harsh but just over that last three week he has been here he’s hurt me. He hasn’t thought about me at all! First he kisses me during spin the bottle and acts like it actually meant something, then he hit on the fucking bimbo, then got all pissed at me for telling the guys, came to my house and well we all remember that moment but then acts like an ass as soon as Declan gets here. Talk about being bipolar, I thought.

“You were thinking out loud again and if you haven’t forgot I am bipolar. Thanks for fucking caring. You haven’t thought even for a moment about me. Do you remember the last thing I said to you before you moved?” His face mixed into so many different emotions I couldn’t put my finger on just one that meant the most.