Misconceptions [Shawn Michaels]

Chapter 31

Hungover Déjà Vu.

*Sisilia's POV*

My head feels like hell.

What in God's name happened last night?

"Ugh..."

Well that's not me.

My eyes immediately shot open and darted to where the mystery voice came from.

Oh no...

"Oh my God..." I trailed in complete utter shock as I looked down at the body that was draped over mine.

The only thing my eyes could see, other than the half naked body, was messy light brown hair.

Why do I feel like I've been in this situation before?

Oh right...

Because I freakin' was!

Suddenly, I felt the heaviness of the body and realised that I needed to get out of the embrace.

I rose up into sitting position and then another realisation struck me; almost to death.

I wasn't wearing any bra.

Shit!

What did I do?!

My gaze then wondered down to the sleeping stranger that was currently sleeping with his head on my lap and his arms around my bare waist.

I hesitantly bent down a bit, not knowing for sure if I wanted to find out who this person was, and gently pulled back the scattered hair from the strangers face.

I quickly retracted my hand as my heart stopped for a brief minute letting shock take over my entire body. My head was pounding like the African drums trying to recall last night's events.

How did this happen?

I continued staring at the guy before deciding to wake him up. I took a handful of the white sheet and covered my chest.

I deeply inhaled.

"Robert..." I exhaled, lightly shaking him by the shoulder.

Nothing.

I closed my eyes and huffed out a breath as flashbacks to the last time this happened with Michaels started flooding in my brain now causing my temper to rise. Though I still tried to keep calm.

"Robert..." I tried again, but nothing.

"Oh for fucks sake!" I then lost my temper and grabbed a pillow next to me and started hitting Robert with it.

He immediately flew up from the bed and darted backwards causing him to now fall out of the bed and onto the floor.

"What the hel- what was that fo-" Robert began grumbling but quickly stopped when sat up and saw me. His annoyed and slightly angry expression now changed to complete shock and confused. "Sisilia?"

"What the hell happened last night?! Why am I half naked?! And why the hell am I here and in bed with you?!" I viciously bombarded him with questions.

"I-I don't know..." His gaze went from me to the wall and then to the floor as if trying to figure out the same things.

"Robert..." I crawled towards him still holding the sheets up to my chest. He looked up at me fiddling with his thumbs almost like a child. "Did we...umm...sleep together?" I asked putting heavy emphasis on 'sleep' while feeling a bit embarrassed.

"I..." He furrowed his eyebrows as if entering deep thoughts. "I don't think we did..."

I closed my eyes and sighed not really liking his response.

"What happened last night?" I repeated.

Before Robert could've even answer, Matthew bolted through the room door looking all tidy and clean.

Maybe he'll know.

"Hey Robby! Get your ass up! We got that end job to do down by Carl's- Sisilia?" Matthew stopped in his tracks as his eyes landed on me.

"Rob! You up yet man?!" A voice called from outside the bedroom. "Oh hey Matt," John now wondered into the room. "Wow..." He said surprised as he now saw me.

I pursed my lips before shifting it to the side and biting down the edge of my bottom lip; I was now becoming extremely annoyed.

"Guys, don't start..." Robert said lifting himself off the floor and onto the bed where he now sat with his head in his hands.

"What happened here?" Matthew asked looking between Robert and I.

"That's what we're trying to figure out!" I snapped.

"I'm sorry, jeez," Matthew stepped back looking to John, who just shook his head before now speaking up.

"What's the last thing you remember? Maybe I can help; I was the least high out of all you here."

Ah.

"Well..." I trailed closing my eyes and scanning my brains. "I was outside talking with Robert, then we went back inside where I then met Julie. She offered me to stay the night here since I had already had a few drinks. I agreed and then we went over Jenna. Everything from there onwards is such a big blur for me right now but, I do recall, I think after that, I somehow managed to play beer pong..." I now opened my eyes feeling, still, so clueless and confused.

Matthew began laughing which made me glare at him.

"Something funny?" I questioned but it came out almost like an angry growl.

He stopped laughing and cleared his throat. "No no, it's just that the answer is right there in your story."

I looked at him lost. "What?"

"Well, your memories were bound to be blurry after crossing paths with Jenna," He replied.

I squinted my eyes at him before looking towards Robert who was already looking to John.

"Can someone explain what that means."

John sighed and ruffled his thick chocolatey brown hair before speaking. "Jenna is basically the stoner of the group which means liquor isn't the only thing that gets us high when we hang out. And you, my friend, were both drinking and smoking, so your brains, excuse my french here, were bound to be fucked up."

"Especially after being under the influence of Jenna," Matthew added.

I took a minute to let it sink in before asking my next question.

"So how did I end up here with him and in this condition?" I pointed to my body and then to Robert, who just sat at the end of the bed in silence.

"I think it wa-" John started but was interrupted by a female yelling from all the way downstairs.

"Boys! Come get your breakfast before you leave!"

"Yes love!" John yelled back to which I quirked a brow at. He smiled sheepishly. "You know what? Get dressed and come downstairs. Maybe the girls can help since you two clearly can't remember anything because you suck at holding down your shits."

Why is it that every time I say...

"What's the worst that can happen?"

The worst things actually happens?

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A/N- Well well well.

Thoughts on this new group so far?