It felt like a hammer to nail. A constant banging on the right side of her forehead, exactly on the temple. The constant strain she felt on her head was what woke her up, it became too unbearable to sleep through - a new first.
She was unbelievably tired and she didn't even want to see what time it was, but judging by the sun peeking through the window in the corner of the room, it had to be sometime in the afternoon.
Her brown eyes flickered in confusion, now just realizing she wasn't back at her place in her soft queen sized bed. She peered down at the blue covers and noted they weren't the typical white and then her eyes studied the new clothes she somehow managed to scramble into. It was Ethan's hoodie, the same hoodie he offered her the night she wandered on by, cold and shivering.
She inspected further down into the blankets and found herself wearing a pair of his sweats. Where did her... jeans go?
She was snuggled up into his bed, the covers tucked into her body as she stretched her arms out of the warm comfort. On the bedside table next to her was her phone, plugged into the charger and her clothes from last night, along with a glass of water. Next to the glass was a napkin with two red pills sitting on top of it, some ibuprofen.
Why were her clothes folded nicely in a pile on the end table? Weren't they typically 'disheveled' in cases like this? Not that she wanted to believe that they would be...
Ethan's scent was permanently etched into the bed as she tossed over and found herself drawing closer to the pillow and letting her nose roam around the pillowcase. It was kind of musky, kind of sweet. A little bit of old cologne and a little bit of deodorant. It surprisingly was a good combination as she felt herself basking in his pheromones.
She pulled away, realizing how weird this looked. But she couldn't deny, the sniffing somewhat eased her pounding headache.
Reese had experienced numerous hangovers in her lifetime, many instances where she regretted taking that last drink, but this was the first time she ever 'blacked' out. She couldn't remember what happened last night for the life of her.
How much did she drink? Usually, she was smarter about stuff like this and always ended up in her own bed, but clearly, this time it was different. Where was Ethan? Had he slept next to her? Did they sleep... together?
Her eyes traveled to the other side of the small bed. Surely there wouldn't have been much room for the two of them unless they were cuddled up extremely close.
No. Even if she couldn't remember last night she knew that would never happen. Ethan and her wouldn't hook up, that wasn't in her nature. Tucker had to have been on her mind at least somewhat.
Where were the clues if she had done the unthinkable? Where even was the guy? Wouldn't he be passed out next to her, the faint smell of alcohol leaking out of his pores?
She reached for her cellphone and unplugged the cord, scrolling through the multiple notifications that were clogging the screen.
Many of them were from Tucker. A couple of missed calls, a few dozen text messages. He seemed worried at first, but as the night went on when she wasn't messaging him back, he seemingly grew more and more aggravated;
"How's your night going?"
"Babe?"
"Are you asleep??"
"I love you lots."
"I hope you're not drinking."
"Can you turn on your location for me so I know you're safe?"
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Smile - CrankGameplays
Fanfiction... and right when he finished the last syllable to the last word, she smiled. Ethan Nestor doesn't understand the realms of relationships, maybe never will. So when a particular brunette catches his eye at a party, he can't seem to forget the way s...
