Smart Man (Chase Davenport x Reader)

Chapter II

The next morning, you woke with your head pounding beyond comprehensible. You laid in your bed next to your boyfriend - both of you were fully dressed, thank god - but there were a few... other things.

For starters, Chase was laying on the floor, drool coming out of his mouth. He wasn't fully dressed, his shirt of with some... rather rude drawings on his torso. Made with multi-colored body paint were a variety of things from male parts to a bikini made entirely out of paint. He had his pants on, so it was good to know that a whole party of seven didn't have hands over every part of his body.

Next to him, wrapped in a separate blanket was the girl that Layla shared a short kiss on the nose with. You weren't totally hammered when that happened, so it was clear as day in your memory. Everyone at the party knew it had happened in good fun, and that Layla was with a man who she called "Kaz." You knew the name was familiar, but you couldn't put your finger on it. However, he was busy in California doing a few things, but he promised he'd come out to Hawaii as soon as he could.

You cautiously got up and entered your living room, finding eight empty shot glasses, a few empty alcohol bottles, and empty cups that littered the floor. You went into the kitchen and into the medicine cabinet before grabbing the ibuprofen and taking two of the pills with a glass of water.

"I am never drinking again," Layla said, walking into the kitchen and sitting at the island counters. "My head is pounding."

You nodded, grabbing her a couple of pills and handing her your glass of water. "You just had your first taste of the tequila you'd been saving up for since you were nineteen and now you're telling me you don't want to drink anymore? Wow, Layla."

She gave you a playful glare before taking the pills. "Come on, (First Name)," she said, sarcasm littering her voice. "Everyone says they'll never drink again during massive hangovers. No one is ever telling the truth."

You nodded before placing the bottle of pills on the counter. It would just make it easier for people to find.

After talking about it, you and Layla agreed that keeping the guests here until their hangover was done would be the safest decision, as long as they wanted to stay there. If not, then they would take them home and ask to call when they wanted their car back. That was the thing about the tiki bar they had gone to, they let the cars stay there for the utmost of one week before contacting the owners.

Slowly, one by one, people started to wake up. It was only when Chase was the last one left to wake up, did you say that you were going to the store to get more medicine.

"Wait, you drank just as much as all of us," Layla said, stopping you. "You shouldn't be going."

You shook your head. "I actually happened to miss out on the most amount of drinking at the tiki bar, which also explains why my headache is clearing faster than your's."

She gave you a playful glare before you grabbed your keys and left the house. There was also the fact that you were naturally a heavyweight due to your speed bionics, which basically meant that you could drink half a bottle of tequila, and feel a little less than a buzz. Just, you had forgotten about your capsule the past couple of nights, leading you to become a little less of a heavyweight, which was how you became so drunk in the first place.

Your adventure to the store was less than eventful. The only significant thing was that you saw someone from high school. No one special: just Connie Valentine.

Returning, everyone was laughing about something on the couch. You noticed Chase was up, but he was at the table, most likely nursing a headache since you had run out of ibuprofen.

"Hey," you greeted, placing the bag down he looked up at you, suddenly startled.

"Hello," he greeted cooly like he hadn't just looked freaked out of his mind. "What's up?"

You shrugged before taking the medicine out of the bag. "This," you responded, placing it down. You walked into the kitchen and placed the bag in a cupboard before pouring him a glass of water. A glass of water in your hand, you walked over to him and set it down before sitting down.

The people on the couch talked.

"So, do you remember anything from last night?" you asked, hoping he'd say no. You certainly did - curse your mind bionics that had healed your memory in the past - but you were hoping that he didn't.

"Everything," he said, looking up at you. "Absolutely everything."

Then he said something you weren't prepared for.

"I'm sorry about coming on to you, then kissing you. It was out of line, and we were drunk, and-"

You cut him off.

"Don't worry about it," you said, shrugging. "It was a mistake. Like you said, we were drunk."

But you should have let him talk because you would have wanted to hear what he had said. You would have wanted to hear his words. But you didn't, and you wouldn't for a while.

You and him just casually sat there for the next little while until your boyfriend came over to the table and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your cheek. "Sorry for how I acted yesterday during the game. It was hazy, but I remember how uncomfortable you were. Sorry, sweetheart."

You smiled before looking at him and pecking his lips. "I forgive you," you said before kissing his cheek.

"Thanks," he said back before pecking your cheek and walking off.

Chase leaned forward, crossing his arms before gesturing to your boyfriend who was currently grabbing a pan to make some Ramen for everyone. "Who's that?"

"My boyfriend. Rocky."

"Like Rocky Balboa?" inquired Chase, looking at him.

"No. It's short for Rocco. Don't call him that, though. He hates it."

You definitely should not have said that. You definitely should not have given Chase your boyfriend's kryptonite.

Rocco was the name given to him by his abusive father and his step-father called him that every day and his daughters were abusive to Rocco. You only knew his name from high school. A substitute in your math class called his name out.

"Hey, babe," called Rocky from the kitchen. "Are there any forks clean?"

Before you could answer, Chase replied. "Look in the dishwasher, Roc-" You kicked his shin.

"Dishwasher, Rocky."

~~~

Okay!

Chapter two is up! So soon ??//??/?/

I actually have a lot of inspiration to write this sequel.

Oooh! Fun easter egg, I misspelled "Sequel" on the cover xD

In other news, I bought Storm and Silence off of Amazon and it was so worth it. I'm in love with the book all over again!

Once again, and like always, I love you all!

~Kat