First Love

Chapter 27. You'll Never Know

"Maria Salvatino! If you don't wake up this instance I won't hesitate to call Daya and tell her you're dating me instead of Drew," Ray threatens me and I'm up.

"You wouldn't dare lie to her like that. She'd be on the first plane out of Miami! How dare you try to get me and yourself killed," I throw a pillow at him.

"I'm not stupid Mare. I knew it'd get you up, I wouldn't put my life in jeopardy like that. I haven't lived a full life yet," He smiles and I groan.

"I just want to sleep. Can a girl just sleep in on a Saturday," I groan again.

"Whoa! Is this Maria Salvatino speaking. You're usually up and warming up for your weekend run and workout. What'd you do last night? Go clubbing," He laughs and I wince at how close he is on the topic. Sensing my sudden quietness he speaks quickly.

"Mare, you went to a party last night?! Did you drink anything," He ask angrily.

"Obviously. At least I feel like it. That punch had to be spiked or I wouldn't feel this crappy," I mumble sitting up too quickly and running to my in suite bathroom, whatever edibles in my stomach were no longer there.

"Please tell me you called Drew to come and get you from the party," Ray says strained.

"Why," I asked confused after washing my mouth out with toothpaste and mouth wash.

"Because if you tell me he didn't want you at that party and he picked you up like a good boyfriend then maybe I'll like him better. But if you tell me he's the one who took you to that party, watched you drink and then left you home alone, without anyone knowing you would be hung over then I might punch him. It's obvious that I'm going to be the one nursing you through this hangover, when he should be here," Ray says and I can feel the anger radiating off of him.

"Then I won't tell you anything then," I tell him trying to avoid making Ray more upset.

"You're kidding me! He's quite the example. Great boyfriend Mare," Ray says sarcastically.

"Ray, please yell at me later when I don't feel like crap and when I can feel more guilty then sick," I plead to him.

"You're lucky I love you. Soon as you start to feel better-," He begins.

"Then you can bite, chew and rip my head off, while yelling at me for putting my self in this shitty situation," I mumble to him.

"Damn right. Now lay down while I go make you the hangover breakfast and carekit," Ray jokes before leaving my room.

"I'm sorry," I mumble to no one, but myself.

*Flashback to the party*

"Babe, this isn't really my scene," I yell to Drew hoping he can here me with the loud music playing.

"It'll be fine, you'll warm up to it in no time," He says in my ear and I nod, still not feeling comfortable.

"Did I mention you look hot tonight," Drew says brushing some of my hair behind my back so my shoulders would be exposed and my strapless crop top would show better.

"A hundred times," I laugh at him. Along with my crop top, I decided to wear some studded high waist jean shorts. No my butt didn't show, momma got too much respect for herself to do that and of course I finished it off with some worn combat boots. I never understood how girls were comfortable dancing in heels all night. Heels are great for making outfits look cute, but not dancing all night.

"Do you wanna go back out there and dance some more," He ask kissing my neck and a shiver runs through my body. The only reason why I stopped dancing with Drew earlier was because it was becoming to intense and sensual for my liking. Yes, everyone around us were either fist pumping, jumping around, grinding, twerking, dirty dancing and it was fun. I'll admit I joined in with the madness but I knew at a point it had to stopped before it lead to anything else, so I ended our little moment and said I wanted some fresh air.