Malayaha

CHAPTER EIGHT

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I can't believe what happened yesterday night, I can barely remember what happened but the memories that flash in and out feel like my head is being rammed into a brick wall.

I sit up slowly and hold my head like I'm trying to make sure that it won't fall off of my body.

I'm not in my bed, where am I? I'm in someone else's bed and I'm not sure who, this doesn't even look like the dorm.

I can only remember blacking out after dancing, I was in a Frat House, maybe I'm still here.

I don't know if that's where I am but still I don't like the idea of sleeping in a stranger's bed at a Frat House.

I quickly get up off the bed and instantly regret it. I already miss the feeling of the soft mattress that was comforting and supporting my back and the furry soft comforters that warmed me.

I let out a yawn that sounds like a yelp. Someone knocks on the door.

I walk to the door and put my ear on the door but it swings open in my face and I go flying across the floor.

"Ahh!" I wince when I feel the hard burning sensation on my cheek and the rough floor that bangs on my hips and butt.

"Shit!, I'm so sorry." I look up while holding my cheek and see Chance by the door.

He looks down eyeing me from head to toe, his eyes linger on my legs longer than they should causing me to look at my legs too.

I gasp when I notice that my legs are completely bare to his eyes and the only thing covering my body is a large T-shirt that can't be mine.

"Um.." He says while looking back up at my face.

I get up off the floor and bite down on my lip as I still feel the aggravating stinging in my hips and face.

"Scott asked if you're ready to go." What? Scott's here?

"Uh no, I'll be there in a second."

He nods his head and turns away, I watch as his back retreats and he closes the door behind himself.

My eyes wonder a round the room looking for my clothes. I see them neatly folded on the table near the bed.

I pick up my jeans and put them on while holding the shirt in my hand.

I walk out of the room, as I walk to the living room, I see people still sleeping on the floor against the wall and stair way with red cups in their hands with beer or punch in them probably, whatelse would he in those cups?

I find my way to the main door in the house and I see Chance whose cleaning up.

"He's outside" he says to me.

"Okay" I nod to him and turn my back to him about to leave. I stand still for a few short moments, I want to ask him a question but the words feel caught.

"Um are you alright?" He let's out a short nervous laugh, I haven't really noticed his British accent until now but that's besides the point.

I spin around facing him. I rock from side to side nervously and pinch the tip of my fingers while my eyes refuse to look up at him.

"Do you remember what happened last night?" I finally ask.

I look him in his eyes, I always thought that the eyes are where you look when you want to see if someone is lying or not.

The bulge in his throat bobbles up and down.

He sucks a harsh breath and makes little to no eye contact with me.