How To Love

Part Two

Ouch.

First impression that came across my mind.

I woke up with a strong scent of aroma around the room. It made my headache even worse. A ray of sunshine went through the blinds as I squint my eyes.

Gosh, I was only wearing an oversized pajama shirt. Just a shirt.

This isn't my room, I thought. Definitely not my clothes.

I scanned the room, looking for my clothes and purse. "Where is it?" I panicked as I find random clothes instead. "I should've not drank." I was cursing in mind. I'm truly regretting everything.

What the hell happened last night?

Everything I wished to not happen, happened. I got drunk. I woke up in a stranger's house.

Oh, that's the thing I should be worried.

I woke up in a stranger's house.

Luckily, I found my clothes and purse in one corner. I quickly changed to my clothes, slowly walking away from the room.
The house was massive but it wasn't a mansion.

Still trying to remember what happened last night but I couldn't. My hangover wasn't as bad as it can be but it still hurt as hell.

I just needed to get out of here. But how?

"Hey!" No.

Don't turn your back. Don't do it.

"Stay right there." a familiar voice echoed through the hallway, as the person held my wrist, facing me to him.

He was around 20's, I guess. His height made me feel small so I stared at the floor.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"Home." I said simply, trying to get out of his grip. He noticed how I was struggling from his grip so he let go of me.

"You didn't get to eat breakfast yet. I have to repay you, especially what had happened last night." He chuckled, running his hand through his dirty blonde hair.

My eyes widened as soon as possible I heard the words, 'last night'. "What happened last night?" I asked quickly.

"Slow down there, sweetheart." I flow of deja vu went through my mind making me think deeply again. 'Sweetheart', didn't he call me that already? Impossible. I don't even know this man.

"Uh- nothing happened," he stammered a bit but his confidence came back again, "I'm Wesley ."

A long silence went by. Wesley finally broke the silence and said, "Won't you tell me your name?"

"Not if you'll tell me what happened last night."

"You're adorable since last night." a soft admiring laugh came out his lips, making me even more curious about last night.

I glared at him before walking away. If that's what he want then he won't get my name either. Again, he grabbed me by my wrist but eventually, I get to snatch it back.

"Nothing happened last night. I promise." He held up his right hand, looking begged.

"Okay." I replied, walking away again.

"Hey!"

"What now?"

"Please let me take you out for breakfast." His looks seem so pleadingly, it makes you do whatever he wants you to do.

This is bad.

I may look so hard-to-get but I'm soft. In other words, I'm gullible. I'm the type of person that gets tricked easily. It's what I don't like if I'm in a situation I am in right now. I'm so softhearted to anyone, including the ones I don't even know.