You're Beautiful

Chapter Seven - What's your next excuse?

Chapter Seven

What's your next excuse?

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"URRRRG!" I moaned as I rolled over on my bed mat, wrapping the quilt tighter around me as my sleep was disturbed by a persistent knocking sound.
TAP! TAP! TAP! Oh, God what is that?! I complained as the sleepy haze was dissipating. Someone is at the door. . . I rolled over once again and with my eyes still closed I uttered in a croaky voice, "You are closer to the door, so you answer it!" I grouched, and an audible growl was my answer.

I opened my eyes to see Elisha wasn't even lying on her mat, as she rolled over with her duvet looking like a spring roll as she got up. I could hear another light knock, but I ignored it as I pulled my bedding over my head, blocking the light coming through the crack in the curtains. I could vaguely hear Leash unlock the door before I heard the muffled words of a hazy conversation. But it was like a dream as the black abyss consumed me. That was until something whipped across me and I could hear Elisha's shrill cry from across the room.

"I thought it was a dream!" She cried out before she pulled at my covers and then yanked them off me. "Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" She mutter over and over as I yelped and shivered into the foetal position; the cold room finally reaching me.

"Aaah! WHY?!" I screamed as I tried to reach for my bedding with no success.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Get up!" She screeched before jumping on me, knocking the air out of me.
"What are you doing?!" I complained drowsily, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, yawning and not caring that I had morning breath as this bitch woke me up; I felt like death. Urrrgh! My head. . .

"Do you know who was at the door right now?" She questioned me and I shrugged my shoulders.
"Your soul? Your conscience, Jiminy Cricket?" I retorted sarcastically as I scratched my head and licked my dry lips. I drank far too much last night!
Elisha pulled back and started hitting me with something again. "Oh. My. God! This isn't happening!" She cried, while repeatedly hitting me.

AAAHH! What is she doing? I brought up my arms to defend myself before I yanked whatever it was from her hands.

"First off. . ." I began, "Did you forget that I sustained a few injuries not that long ago and now you're hitting me?!" I then gazed down at what I held in my hand, "And secondly, why are you hitting me with your bra?!" I gasped out, staring at it confused.
"Because that was Kai at the door! He was returning my bra!" She yelled before she covered her bright red face and flopped onto her back. "Oh, God! Oh, God! No. . . No!" She continued as she rolled from side to side, shaking her covered head.

I threw her bra over to our bags and sat up onto my elbows, ignoring the ache in both my head and ribs. Wow! Hangover much. . . I closed my eyes for just a moment before staring at Leash with a baffled face, my brow knitted. Why would Kai have her bra?. . . As soon as I thought that, drunken memories from the day and night before came flooding back. A nervous chuckle escaped my lips before I just cracked and I fell to my bedding.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I cried in hysterics.
"Dude, I don't think you understand the humiliation I have just gone through!" Leash stated in a theatrical tone, as she jumped up and started to pace across the room. She fiddled with the sleeve of her green Joker hoody, which surprisingly went well with her batman pyjama bottoms. I swiped at my eyes as I tried to stop laughing but little giggles kept leaking from me as I spoke, "I just can't get over the fact that last night we played truth or dare like a bunch of pre-teens!" I chuckled again and she stopped frozen by her sleep mat, a paled look taking over her features.

"Oh, my fucking God!" She gasped bringing her hands to her chest as if the memories where coming back to her too. I began to sit up when I started to recall more and then I felt my face drain as I remembered what I did.
"Oh, fuck!" I gasped and glared at Elisha; she stepped back confused and a little bit frightened.
"What?" She queried with a frown.
"You bitch! You dared me to nibble on Chan's ears!" I yelled incriminating, and she just laughed. The bitch even bent over with her hands on her knees, finding it hard to breathe.