Beer, Spaghetti, and Pharmaceuticals ||COMPLETED||

Seven

Disclaimer: Huge thank you to ElisonEditing for editing this for me!:)

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Sunlight poured into Alice's room as she groggily peeled her eyes open, hissing at the burning beam. Her head throbbed and her tongue felt like a sponge, soaking up every ounce of liquid in her dehydrated body. What the fuck happened last night? The taste of the tangy, thick, orange Jell-O still lingered in her mouth making her swear off the fruity gelatin forever. Pulling the blanket over her head, she begged for more sleep; and for water to miraculously appear on her side-table.

Then she heard something she wasn't expecting. To the left of her was the steady breathing of another person. Her body froze. Oh my god, did she sleep with Blaise? No way. No, no, no, no. She clenched her eyes shut before slowly turning her body over, terrified to see who the mystery person was.

With a very wrinkled dress shirt, his tie flopped over his face, and drool dripping from his mouth, laid Isaac. Her mouth dropped open. What the hell?

Without a second thought, she hopped on her knees and punched him in the throat. His eyes shot open, wheezing and gagging as he searched for breath. "What the fuck is your problem?"

"WHY ARE YOU IN MY BED!?"

"Stop shouting," he groaned, rubbing his red throat. "Your voice sounds like knives."

"What are you doing here!?"

"Calm down, calm down," he said, rolling off the bed to his feet as Alice tightened her fist, ready to strike again at any moment.

"You get one more chance to answer the question," she warned, following him off the bed with the same threatening glare.

"Your house was closer than mine, so I walked here after the party," he said. "Blaise let me in."

"That doesn't explain why you're in my bed."

"He was sleeping on the couch so, I dunno..." He rubbed the back of his neck and avoided her eyes. "I just sorta ended up here and passed out."

"You could have slept on the floor," she said, trying to refrain from punching him again. "Who the hell just waltzes into someone's bed?"

"I'm a CEO of a multi-billion dollar company. I'm not going to sleep on the floor," he drawled. "You really need a second couch."

"You are so fucking ridiculous," she said, pulling at her hair. A horrifying thought came into her mind, "What if I was sleeping naked?"

A mischievous smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. "That would have been pretty cool."

She slugged him in the gut.

"My god, woman," he coughed, keeling over in the bed. "You're psychotic."

"Excuse me?" she shrieked. "I wake up to find you lying in my bed without any warning and you call me psychotic?"

"Relax, all I did was pass out," he said. "Listen, I'm sorry that I invaded your privacy. I was drunk and it seemed like a good idea at the time. Clearly, it wasn't."

"Clearly!" she shouted. All the screaming was making her head pound. She was way too hungover for this shit. She collapsed back to the bed and dragged her pulsing head back to the pillow, glaring at him. "Why didn't you sleep at that chick's house you were making out with?"

Isaac sat on the edge of the bed, knitting his brow as if trying to recall which girl she was talking about. Finally, he laughed loudly, "You don't wanna know."