Teach Me How to Love

Jar of Hearts

"What the hell?" Yelena groaned. Her head was pounding from the amount of alcohol she had consumed and the banging on her hotel room door was not helping. 

She rolled over, putting a pillow over her head to muffle the sound. Whoever was at the door would have to come back when she didn't feel like someone took a brick to her skull. The knocking continued and she flung the covers back angrily. What did a person have to do to get decent sleep around here? Sliding into her robe, she went to the door. 

If it was Mike, he was about to receive the curse out of the year. She swung the door open, surprised to see Irina standing there. She was still wearing her clothes from the club, her hair disheveled, holding her heels. Yelena could tell she was hangover

"What the hell took you so long?" Irina asked, shoving her shoes at her sister as she let herself in.
"Why do you look like last night?" Yelena asked as she closed the door. Irina went straight to her sister's suitcase and ruffled through it
"I didn't go back to my room last night." she said, pulling out a pair of jeans. She frowned at them before putting them back and continued on
"What do you mean?" Yelena asked , not liking the smirk that blossomed on her sister's face. Oh god. "What did you do?" she sighed

"Its not what I did, but whom, my dear." Irina said, finding a pair of short shorts that still had the tag on them. She picked out one of Yelena's favorite shirts and she snatched it from her, trading it out with a Hollister tank top

"Please tell me you didn't sleep with one of my friends." Yelena groaned. The last thing she wanted to hear was one of the guys talking about how they banged her sister "Who was it?" she asked anxiously so she'd know who to avoid

"Can we talk about this later. I'm too hung over. I look like shit and I'm in desperate need of a shower." Irina whined

"Just tell me who he was!" Yelena pressed

Irina let out a frustrated growl "I can't remember! There was so many coming at me the whole night."

"Well what did he look like?" Yelena asked

"Umm.." Irina pondered, running a hand through her brown locks, her green eyes turned heavenwards as she thought "Blue eyes. Arms to die for." she said, a goofy smile on her face

"It wasn't John right?"

"No. I would have definitely remembered Superman. The guy was blonde."

"Was it Nick?" Yelena asked her. Nick had been following her around like a lovesick puppy all night

"No, not him. Although I wouldn't mind giving him a test run"

Yelena rolled her eyes. Her sister could be such a nympho. "What else do you remember about him?"

"He had more of a Rock Star look. He had amazing abs. Killer smile." she recalled "Oh! And a tattoo on his hand."

Yelena's mouth went bone dry. No. She couldn't be talking about him.

"Did he have another tattoo on his shoulder of a skull with wings?" she asked. Her stomach rolled violently and she closed her eyes

"I think so. Do you know who he is?"

Did she? How many times had she been in those arms? She had always took in the details of that tattoo. It was the cover art off of his "Sins and Bones" album. And the image would forever be embedded into her brain

"His name is Chris." she said, the taste of his name on her tongue like acid "Chris Jericho"

"Yes! That's his name. God, he knows how to show a girl a good time." she laughed