Ghouls (Avenged Sevenfold / Synyster Gates)

Chapter 7

The hangover woke me up. My head pounded as I ripped open my dreary eyes, only making the pain worse. I managed to open my eyes enough to be able to look at my phone, noticing I had, like, a hundred missed calls and texts from both Cam and Jade, asking where I was and whether I was okay. I figured I must’ve crashed at Jason’s after the part, turning to lie on my back and raising my hands to sit behind my head in reminiscence, smiling at the pleasant memories and most importantly, Zacky actually asking me out. My smile spread right across my face that was until I noticed someone’s long, heavily built, tattooed arm was draped over me, his hand just under my right boob, groping slightly as his fingers twitching every now and again, as if trying to tease me.

My breath caught, mentally asking myself what other trouble I’d managed to get myself into last night. My eyes were dead, straight ahead of me, not daring to check to see who he was. I was led perfectly still, staring up and the ceiling until the unnamed body moaned and pulled my body closer to him. For a second, I enjoyed it; his chest was warm and felt well defined, to my left arm that was awkwardly squashed between us, and his arm, God his arm, was huge. I couldn’t help but stare for a while, imagining what kind of damage that monster could do, but I wasn’t scared; it felt he was protecting, I wasn’t worried that he was going to hurt me, damn, I may have even got a bit excited; the things that big, powerful, almost dangerous monster of an arm could do to me..

I was pulled from my R rated thoughts when the male moaned again. Feeling confident enough in his grasp, I turned to see who accompanied me and I near abouts gagged from the sight. Creepy Brian.

“Brian?! What the fuck!?!” I said, jumping up to sit, getting as close to the beds edge and as far away from him as possible.

“Don’t shout at me; you’re the one that jumped into bed to me,” he said, that infamous Gates’ smirk playing onto his lips, his eyes still closed.

I was so confused; on the one hand, he was a creep; always staring at me and holding me and rubbing my side after I got into bed with him when I was drunk but, on the other hand, he looked ridiculously hot right now. I found myself looking at his huge bicep again, the thoughts I had before returning, as my eyes drifted to his beautifully defined chest and up to his face where his eyes had now opened, watching me. Part of me wanted to pounce on him and have him (which, I imagine, he’d enjoy) but as my gaze passed his face and noticed the beer bottle sat on his dresser; I pulled away from my own dirty head and put it down to still being drunk.

In anger, I leaped off the bed,

“What the fuck are you on?! I was drunk, you creep! And hey, even if I was, it didn’t give you the right to go and put your fucking hands on me!” I shouted at him.

“Well, I was cold,” he told me, one of his eyebrows rising. He wasn’t angry at all, he looked completely smooth; led in the bed in nothing but his boxers, watching me.

I scoffed, despite the attraction, “you’re such a freak.” I grabbed my phone and things as I stormed out of the room, racing down the stairs. Everyone was up, probably woken by my shouting.

“Hey, Lau, are you okay?” I heard Matt ask as Zacky leant out to grab my arm to talk to me.

“Yes. I’m fine,” I told them, not stopping.

As soon as I was out on the porch after slamming the door behind me, I was in floods of tears. I was so torn; how was Brian the creep so incredibly hot all of a sudden? How the fuck had I suddenly developed feelings for him, if there were any. But, he was incredibly charming. Argh! Fuck sake, Lauren. It wasn’t like I’d slept with him and suddenly found the freak attractive and completely discarded the genuinely nice guy or something!...wait...no...I started panicking; what if I actually had slept with Syn? It would explain why he was being so charming and cheeky with me all of a sudden and why he had his arm around me this morning. I started to shake, terrified that I’d given myself to him, after everything I’d been through, and that I’d probably thrown all I could’ve had with Zacky down the drain; Brian didn’t seem like the type that would shag a girl and not tell everyone about it.