Situations Are Irrelevant Now

Wake Up Call

Chapter 9: Wake Up Call 

For the first time in at least six months, I woke up in my own bed without a hangover. I knew this chick from last night was amazing, but I didn’t think she’d be a miracle-worker. Enjoying whatever this feeling was building in my gut, I stretched a little and rolled over to see if she was awake yet.

When I opened my eyes, I found a confusing sight. The same girl from last night was asleep next to me – but she was cuddling with Megan’s lion. I cursed under my breath and rolled onto my back and glared at the ceiling. I specifically shoved that damn thing out of sight when she started questioning all of Megan’s things in the room. 

Wait a minute.

I stole another glance at her and realized with a rapidly sinking feeling that it was Megan. I…I had sex with Megan? How did that even happen? Now that I see her passed out with her stupid toy, it looks exactly like her. But last night – never would’ve second-guessed it. She even acted like a different person.

How many times have I publically professed my dislike for her? Now she goes and completely transforms herself. And I like it.

Did she purposely intend to trick me into thinking she was someone else? That seems way too diabolical for her. Then again, she did initiate a prank war at the concert…

Well if she wants to play hardcore, I’m game.

+Normal POV+

I felt a slight shift in the mattress, which I didn’t mind. But once I heard Omar and Bryan arguing in the kitchen over a spatula, I knew my opportunity to sleep peacefully had already disappeared. Ronnie was probably awake, too, which meant I had to discard my lion before he got suspicious. He hasn’t erupted into some fit, so it’s probably safe to assume that he hasn’t noticed yet.

“Morning gorgeous,” he said, peering at me with his eyes only half opened.

Disregarding my pathetic personal reasons for continuing this charade, I was interested to see how long it would take Ronnie to figure it out. Knowing him, it could take minutes...or days.

“It’s Julia, right?” 

Was he joking? How could he not remember my fake name? I tried to keep it short and sweet so he would remember it. He must’ve picked up on my concerns because he smiled again and kissed me on the cheek. “Relax, I was kidding. I’d never forget your name, Jen.”

I mentally rolled my eyes. “You got me,” I said, pretending to laugh. “Honestly, how could you forget my name when you were screaming it all night,” I smirked. I found it so very intriguing and disturbing how confident I was acting while pretending to be someone else.

“Exactly, which is why I want to ask you a serious question – one that I probably haven’t asked since 11th grade. Jen, will you be my girlfriend?”

Everything was happening so fast. For a temporary moment, I swear I couldn’t breathe and I was just waiting for my heart to pound right out of my chest. How many times had I dreamed of this moment? I was so happy; I didn’t even care who he thought was lying next to him.

“Of course,” I exclaimed, failing to retain my floodgate of emotions.

He grinned. “In that case, why don’t we go see what’s for breakfast?”

Now my heart felt like it was about to plummet into my gut. Couldn’t we just stay in this room a little while longer? There was no way I wouldn’t get busted with the guys around. I leaned up against the headboard and tried to look as apologetic as possible.

“Actually, I should probably get going. My car is still at the store, and I don’t want there to be any awkwardness with your roommate. She could walk in any minute.”