Nothing But Trouble

Chapter 5

Bishop's POV

I laid awake thinking about her. Who was she? Who was Lucia Michaels really? I had put her to bed about thirty minutes ago and she was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Now I'm laying in the other room trying to piece some things together. So, here's what I did know...

1.) Lucia Michaels is a flirt.

2.) She can be pretty feisty.

3.) The girl is hot. Like. SMOKING HOT.

4.) She closed her eyes and braced herself for something that never came.

And now, here's what I don't know...

Who she really is, where she came from, or why she is so adamant about keeping people out.

I hope that soon I can get the answers to my questions, but for now, I'll just fall asleep thinking about the auburn haired, golden eyed beauty who has entered my life.

LUCIA POV

I woke up with a pounding headache and no recollection of how I got into this downy soft bed. I looked around my surroundings for a few minutes before I realized I must be in one of the guest rooms of Tanner's house. I ran a hand through my long, auburn hair and tried to remember anything from last night, but all I remembered was getting as wasted as I could. I wanted to forget. Pretending to be someone you aren't all the time gets old real fast. But its for the better this way. This way I don't have to remember, because remembering leads to depression, and that's a hole I didn't want to fall into again. A hard knock interrupted my thoughts.

"Lucia? Get up, its like 1pm!" Kara. Her voice came through the door loud and demanding.

"Just a minute Kara, I'm trying to learn how to move again!" My limbs were stiff and my breath tasted like cheap booze and prostitutes. Seriously, just how fucked did I get? I sighed and got out of bed. I looked down at myself and saw the disgusting clothes I had on last night. I guess they would have to do, because I'm pretty sure Tanner wouldn't have clothes to fit me, seeing as to the fact that him, Nolan, Devon
and Bishop were all huge monstrosities. After a generous amount of stretching my limbs, I walked out of the room and down the stair to where everyone was waiting.

"It's about time you made it down." Kara sounded slightly irritated, sorry not sorry for keeping you waiting.

"Yeah well, generally learning to maneuver basic movement skills again takes some time." I rolled my eyes and cracked a smirky grin.

"You were seriously drunk last night, you tried to dance and even sang and all!" Nolan was looking at me like I won some award for how drunk I was. My view was that I had a little bit of bliss before reality slapped me in the face again. I slyly looked over at Bishop. I wish I hadn't. He was staring at me so intently. Like a puzzle that he was trying to figure out and I didn't like it one bit. I didn't want to be figured out. I didn't want to be seen as a puzzle. My secrets were mine to keep until decided otherwise, they weren't meant for people to figure out.

"Like what you see?" I gave Bishop a flirty smile and winked at him. His eyes darkened before he looked away. Who the hell pissed in his cornflakes?

"He's just hungover. He can be pretty moody sometimes." Dana snorted at Tanner's remark.

"Sometimes? Try all the time. The boy is moodier than a PMSing girl, and that's saying a lot!" I laughed at her choice of words. Bishop mumbled something unintelligible before walking into the kitchen. I looked at the group who I had only known for a day now and smiled. Within a day of meeting them, they had taken my mind off of some of the heavy thoughts that constantly haunted me.