This Silly Thing Called Love (Vic Fuentes)

Chapter Eight

"I take it you like LA?" Morgan asked pleasantly as she placed two aleve into my open palm.

I glare at her as I popped the pills "Shut the fuck up."

She giggled but gratefully stayed quiet. We were sitting in my living room, "Bad Girls Club" playing on the TV. Neither of us were paying attention to it; Morgan found more enjoyment in watching me retch every three seconds and try to soothe my raging hang over.

Morgan had shown up to visit but sadly for her, I was out of commission. The only reason I had woken up was because Morgan had been jumping on my bed. I knew giving her a key was a bad idea.

I couldn't remember much of last night. It must've been killer though because I woke up with texts from random numbers telling me how "crazy" I had been last night. I seriously hoped that I hadn't been giving random guys blow jobs - it's happened before. I shivered at the thought. The last thing I remembered was playing beer pong with some overly friendly guys but after that it was fuzzy. My feet were sore so I probably danced the whole time.

Morgan sighed wistfully, "Oh the good old days. I wish I could party like that again."

"No, you really don't." I groaned and buried my face into the crook of my arm.

She hummed, "I'm jealous though. Last night me and Andy were taking shifts with watching over Ben. He had the fever."

"Ew."

She shrugged, "At least be grateful that you don't have to work today."

I was grateful. My whole body was screaming in objection with me even breathing, I have no idea what I would do if I had to actually teach the guys. I groaned at the mere thought and Morgan cackled.

Bitch.

...

Morgan left around noon with a flourish of her blonde hair. I laid across my couch and flicked through the channels, finally landing on "Keeping Up With The Kardashians" 'cause I had no life. Thankfully, a text from Vic saved my boredom.

Did you get home safe??

Yeah don't kno how though lol. Never going to a party wth you guys again

Aw why :(

Bad hangover and I can't remember last night. First blackout in a long time

Sameee! We're totes party buddies riiiggghhtt??

Are you trying to sound like a white girl??

Is it working?

I couldn't help but laugh at his antics. At least I wasn't the only one who went too far last night.

...

On Wednesday I met up with the guys for the first time since the party. Vic was in his usual beanie and sweats, and everyone looked the same, except for Hime.

Of course.

He stared at me with this arrogant smirk on his face like he knew something that I didn't. I eyed him and whenever I asked what his problem was, he snickered and walked off. It only got worse when I had to help Vic.

"Will you stop?" I finally snapped.

He raised an eyebrow, "Do you remember anything from the party?"

"No, now will you leave me alone?"

If anything, his grin grew but he thankfully walked away. Fucking hell. Sometimes I wonder why I even put up with him.

Oh yeah, my check that I get every Friday.

...

I have never hated a phone more in my life. The stupid device wouldn't stop and I angrily slapped my hands onto the pink iPhone.

It stopped but only for a second before starting back up. I groaned and sat up in bed and swiped my phone from the side table.

"Yes?" I asked through clenched teeth.

"Hey, Kayla! It's Thom." My brother's drunken voice slurred through the receiver.

"Thom do you realize what time it is?" I growled.

He laughed, "It's five in the morning."

I glanced at my digit clock: it was only two here. I slapped my face and fell back into the covers, wanting nothing more than to fall back asleep and not have to put up with Thom at this unGodly hour.

"What do you want?" I sighed.

"Just to call and say that me and Desiree are getting married."

What.