the rich kid and the loner [boy×boy]

Chapter 7

Jay's pov

It was really bright and that made me really irritated, considering my horrible headache. That's the first thing I remember thinking about when I woke up. I hadn't noticed that I wasn't in my room nor did I notice the hands around my waist. I just noticed how fucking bright it was.

I sat up scratching my head and looked down, only then did I realise that I wasn't wearing the same clothes from last night and that there were actual hands attached to my waist.

I looked next to me to find the most adorable human I have ever seen. His mouth slightly open and his blond hair covering his shut eyes.

The last thing I could remember was dancing with that girl at the party. I probably got drunk and blacked out, but what I couldn't understand was how I ended up in what I assumed was Nick's bedroom in an entirely different set of clothes.

I tried to get his hands off my waist without waking him up. I stood up from the bed and stretched my arms. My head still hurt like hell.

It was weird waking up in his room considering that I hated him like three days ago. But the idea of waking up next to him seemed pretty nice. I don't know what's wrong with me, ever since that day in the park, he doesn't seem like that much of an asshole anymore. Maybe I even like him.

I looked around the room for my clothes and shoes, finding my clothes thrown on his dresser, and one shoe under the bed and one by the door.

By the time I had put them on, he started moving, which now that I think about it was probably a good thing, because for one thing, I had no idea where the hell I was, where my house was, or where my car was. I assumed I'm not the one who drove us here.

Besides, I wouldn't want to run into any clueless parents who would probably ask why I just came out of their teenage son's bedroom. I wasn't in the mood for introductions.

"How much does it hurt?"

"Falling from heaven?"

He actually laughed, which made me smile, "No you idiot, your head! You want an aspirin?"

"It's fine. Hey what happened last night?" I sat back on the bed looking at him. I crossed my legs waiting for his answer.

"Well, when I found you, you were completely wasted, so I decided I would take you home. You fell asleep in my car before I could ask you where you lived. I actually had to drag you up the stairs to my room, dude, you owe me."

I grinned, "Well, you need the exercise. Look at your arms, you don't have any muscle at all." I said looking at his arms.

"Shut up. Are you serious, dude? I dragged you up the stairs. Do you know how fucking long our stairs are? I should have left you out on the street to die, but no, I have to be a good person."

I was smiling like an idiot. I don't even know why I was smiling, something about him not leaving me 'out on the street to die' just made me smile I guess.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he said clearly uncomfortable.

"Nothing," I looked down. My hands were folded together in my lap.

"Hey, listen, I'm kinda grounded and my parents didn't let me go to that party yesterday. So they don't know I went."

"So they don't know that I'm here either? How high is your room again?"

He smiled, "You can't jump out the window, it's too high."

"Well then, how am I supposed to get out of here?"

"We're going to say that you came here really early and that they weren't up yet."

"Yeah ok, that makes sense."

"What day even is it?"

"Aren't I supposed to be the one with the hangover? Saturday... I think."

"Oh."

"I gotta smoke."

"Not in my room."

"Shut up" I said, taking out my cigarettes and picking one before putting it in my mouth and looking for the lighter.

"Hey, I don't want my room to stink like smoke all day."

"I'll open the window, it'll be fine."

He stood up, taking the cigarette out of my mouth before I could stop him.

"No" he fucking threw it out the window.

"Did you just throw my cigarette out the window? You know how fucking expensive those are?" I asked irritated.

"So what are you gonna do about it?"

"Punch you in the face." he fucking grinned.

"You wouldn't punch me."

"Don't be so sure."

"No, you wouldn't do that, I feel like you're a pacifist. Besides I didn't leave you out on the street to die remember? You owe me."

"Ok, for one, you didn't leave me on the street because I wasn't on the street, I was in someone's house. Alright? I would have been fine."

"Well, now you're finer."

"No. Now I'm in some dude's room who likes to throw cigarettes out of the fucking window."

"Still seems better to me than falling asleep on the floor in some stranger's house." I mean, he did have a point.

"Whatever," I sighed.

"Look, I'm going back to sleep, it's too early. You just do whatever you want." I stated while a yawn escaped my lips.

"Can't you like do that at your house or something?"

"Yeah, but I'd have to get there first, and your bed is a lot nicer than mine." I said, my head already on the white pillow.

"My god, fine, whatever."

"Whatever" I whispered back

"You're annoying."

"You're ugly," I said back.

"No I'm not." A smile formed on my face. No. You're not.

"Yeah you are."

"Shut up," he said, but I couldn't really take him serious, because he giggled.

He fucking giggled.

"Fine, I'll shut up if you'll shut up and let me sleep."

"Fine."

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