Fire in her Heart and Ice in her Veins.

Chapter 12

The Next Day. 

Wednesday August  9, 1979. 8:15 a.m.

Chelseas POV 

I awoke to the most irritable noise ever heard--the dreaded alarm clock. I groaned at the sound and snapped my hand over my ears, hoping to block out the noise. It didn't work. My head felt like a bowling ball right now and a headache was already starting to come. 

What time is it anyway? I didn't even see the sun up yet...oh wait the curtains were closed. 

I groaned again, snuggling closely to the warmth of my bed hoping it would bring me back to sleep. As soon as my eyes closed, they were back open again, feeling a hot breath of air on my face. 

What the hell was that. 

I widened my eyes in realization of what was going on. I was sleeping next to Jack O'Callahan in his bed but that wasn't even the scariest thing. No, the scariest thing was that I have absolutely no memory of last night and the man lying next to me was shirtless. 

 His hands were sitting on my hips and his body was pressed against mine. A swarm of butterflies instantly filling my stomach at our closeness and a blush rose to my cheeks. 

I couldn't help but stare at him. He was hot..like stupid hot. I knew that he was fit but I didn't know he had a six pack! 

I pushed down those feelings of desire, but couldn't get him out of my head. I was falling for him---hard, and I was not very happy about that, cause I know that he doesn't feel the same for me. 

I need to call Lindsay soon and fill her in on everything that was going on between me and Boston. I never thought I would be feeling like this again and I definitely never thought it would be Jack. Its just he makes me feel--he makes me feel good. 

Jack was still sleeping and I didn't want to wake him, but I needed to get up...cause I think we're late for practice, and I don't want to be late. Herb will make us do suicides, his new favourite drill and I hate it, even though it's good for you. 

I tried to sit up, but quickly slammed my head back down on Jacks chest, as my ears started ringing. 

" Ohhh, my head! " I groaned, cradling my head in my hands. 

I don't think I've had a hangover this intense before. Like I barley remember anything from last night: just going to a bar and having a few drinks. A few drinks to many. I don't even remember coming back to the hotel last night. 

" Mhmm...--Chelse?" a sleepy Boston mumbled. 

He inched forward on the bed, sitting up rubbing his eyes with his hands. He was so cute when he looked sleepy.

" Well last night was fun..." Boston said in a low seductive voice. 

I narrowed my eyes at him, not believing what he was saying. Please don't say that I...that we...oh god no. Omg...what if I'm pregnant!? I'm too young to be a mother! 

Boston suddenly laughed, and I felt my cheeks heat up. This is so embarrassing. 

" Relax Chelse, we didn't do anything" he said, still finding this situation humorous. 

I let out a big breath of air, that I didn't even realize I was holding in. I was relieved that what I was thinking didn't about last night didn't happen. Thank god. Either way, this doesn't change the fact that I'm tangled up with Boston..wearing nothing by a shirt. This wasn't like me...fooling around with a guy I just met.