SIENA
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I couldn't read the expression on his face, but I had to ask again.
"What did you do to me?"
The tears leaked from my eyes on their own as I tried to pick my brain but I couldn't remember anything about the night before.
All I was sure of was I woke up in someone else's bed, with a t-shirt on and no recollection of my own clothes, and my ass was sore.
His lack of words only added fuel to the fire and I almost instantly started to panic. Why wasn't he answering me?
"What did you do? Are these your clothes? Why am I in pain?" I panicked. Two months into my first semester and I was feeling like the beginning of an SVU episode.
Noticing the spill from my eyes, he walked toward me, forcing me to walk backgrounds and he caught me before I stumbled onto his bed.
"Relax," he suggested calmy while I did the complete opposite. "Do you know who you're talking to?" his tone made him seem both understanding and offended, but I nodded.
"I didn't do anything to you, Siena," he assured, lowering his tone and looking toward the door and back to make sure no one could overhear them.
It was only a little after seven, so if Cam and Gia were anything like him after a long night, they were still knocked out.
"You were fine, Si. I made sure you were good. You just got really drunk. I brought you in here to make sure you were cool. You threw up on your clothes so I put one of my t-shirts on you. You fell in my bathroom last night, that may be why you're in pain. You went right to sleep and I slept on my desk." he continued, rubbing his neck like he was just reminded that he did in fact sleep horribly.
There was silence between us before my cheeks flustered with embarrassment. As the seconds passed, I found myself looking at everything but his face.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled looking down at my sock-clad feet, not bothering to wipe the rest of the tears that began to spill.
I was surprised that he used the pads of his thumbs to wipe my tears on both sides and pulled me into a hug.
"Chill. You're good."
"I'm stupid. I've never even been drunk before. If anything would've happened it would've been my fault." I sobbed as my face was comfortably buried in King's shirt.
"You're not stupid. I shouldn't have let you drink so much. That's on me."
I looked up at him in his tired face and blinked, unsure of what to say next. He didn't seem to have much to say either as he studied my face before his phone vibrated against his wooden desk, pulling us from the small trance. He quickly used his long arm to grab it while the other arm still held me in his embrace.
"Shit," he mumbled before answering. "Hello?"
"Good morning!" I could hear her greet before he tried to discreetly turn the volume down.
"Good morning. What's up?"
"Nothing. Are you up? Don't flake on our breakfast date," I heard her playfully demand while watching King shut his eyes tightly then reopen them.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm up. About to get dressed now. I'll call you when I'm leaving out to meet you." He said quickly before ending the conversation and hanging up. He slid his phone into the pocket of his basketball shorts and still waited a few extra seconds before looking back my way just as I turned away.
