2:29 AM

Chapter Twenty

I wake up and roll over. "Shit," I mumble. I have a slight headache. I open my eyes and the covers are over my head, keeping it nice and dark. I'm about to go back to sleep when it hits me that I don't recognize the bed I'm sleeping in. I tear the covers off my head and sit up. "Motherfucker," I say when the sun hits my eyes. "Shit," I mumble. Colton looks up, off his phone.

"How do you feel?" he asks me. I glare at him.

"Fine, just shut the fucking curtains or something," I snap. "What time is it?" I ask him.

"It's about two thirty," he says.

"Shit," I mutter. He smiles at me. "Why are you smiling like a creepy jackass?"

"Because most of the girls that wake up in my bed, don't look nearly as good as you do," Colton says. I glare at him.

"Hahaha," I say. "Toss me my backpack will you." Colton tosses it to me. I dig around and pull out a mirror. My hair's a big mess and I have dark circles under my eyes.

"You want some ibuprofen?" Colton asks. I nod. He gets up and leaves. I push the covers aside and stand up. Shit, what the fuck happened last night?

Jesus. I don't remember very much. I remember drinking tequila and then Colton telling me how sexy I smell and them him spelling beer on my clothes. And that's it. Shit.

Colton comes back with ibuprofen and a glass of water. I take it from him and place the pills in my mouth and swallow them with the water. I chug the water and Colton laughs. "What?" I ask.

"You chugged that water like how you chugged that tequila last night," he says with a small chuckle. I groan and set down the glass.

"So, what happened last night? I don't really remember much," I say.

"After I spilled beer on you, you changed into my clothes and then you passed out on my bed," he tells me.

"Did I say or do anything?" I ask him. I tend to get a little bit flirty when I'm drunk. I really hope I didn't do or say anything.

"No, you just fell asleep," he says. I sigh with relief.

"I'm gonna use your bathroom," I say. He nods. I get up and grab my backpack. I walk slowly to the bathroom. I lock the door, once I'm inside. I pee and then wash my hand. My hair's a big mess. I grab my brush and then my makeup kit.

I brush my hair and comb through my bangs with my fingers. I wash my face with a makeup remover wipe and then apply a shitload of concealer. I also use a lot of deodorant.

My phone buzzes and I look down. It's from one of the interns, Roberts. Your dad's wondering where you are.

I text him back, At a girlfriend's house. Shouldn't you have something better to do?

Not really. Trying to get on your dad's good side. You're not at a girlfriend's house, are you?

No, but...shhh. I know you can keep a secret. Help me out here, Roberts.

Fine. You should drop by the hospital tomorrow. Bye.

Bye.

I grab all of my crap from the bathroom and walk back to Colton's room. I pass him mom in the hallway. "Oh, um, hey," I say.

"Hi," she says. "Did you spend the night?" she asks me.

"Yeah, but we didn't do anything. I mean, I just got drunk, but nothing happened," I say. She laughs. Colton walks out of his room lazily and stretches but freezes when he sees his mom.