Words left Unsaid. [Wesley Stromberg.]

Chapter 4

Vicki's POV.

Darkness is all there was.

Till I smell something... something gross.

I groan, as my head hurts immensely, I squint as I open my eyes, or at least I try to.

"Uggghhhh," I complain. I just can't do it.

I can't bring myself to open my eyes-- the sunlight is too much.

"Oh... ow!"

I fall onto the hard wood floor, my sides and ass start to hurt, and I groan in pain once again.

"Just... awesome," I mumble, getting up.

I feel dizzy, like the entirety of everything around me is spinning in circles, the world looks like a kaleidoscope.. and in a slightly Indigo tint. Literally, I'm not even joking.

I steady myself, clutching onto the side dresser till the world stops moving.

I sigh as I take a step, towards the door at the far end.

'Okay, just another few feet,' I think to myself.

I reach the door. It's half open, I stumble out of it, almost tripping on something.

I curse quite loudly as the air stinks of puke.

I look down, ready to smack the bastard that I tripped over, but stop and giggle, as I see a very much shirtless Wesley lying on the floor, snoring lightly.

"Oh, my God!" I giggle like a little girl, taking my phone out of my purse.. hey, wait, when did my purse get here?_? anyways, I take a video of him, till I get dizzy again.

"Wes," I say, kicking him lightly. "Wessseeyyyyy!"

"Huh? yes. what? Wesley Stromberg. That's me." He mutters a series of things I do not catch up on as he opens his eyes, and looks up at me.

"Hey, it have a friend that looks exactly like you, Vicki Gomes," he says, smiling.

"Yes. Oh Vicki Gomes? that's me, yeah," I laugh, as I hold my hand for him to grab, which he does, laughing at his own stupidity, scratching the back of his head.

Wesley drops me home, as I wonder:

WHAT THE HELL EVEN HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?!

I wouldn't be too concerned, except I looked into Wes' mirror to fix my make up before I got home, and I saw some pretty dark love bites on my neck and near my collarbone and I checked, and there's some on my waist, too.

I definitely fucked someone last night.

I just don't remember who.

But it must've been pretty mind-blowing, cause honestly, I'm still a little sore.

Not much, just a little.

I kiss Wes on the cheek, bidding him goodbye as he drops me off in my driveway.

He drives away as I stumble around in my purse for the keys(I still have no idea how my purse got here). I find it, and go inside.

I'm not too bothered.

"Thank god mom isn't home," I say to myself as I literally throw myself on the couch, kicking my shoes off, shutting my eyes.

I think about Drew, suddenly, and I remember the heated make out session we had.

Fuck, that was good.

"That was fucking confusing," I mutter to myself as I fall asleep slowly, just like a slow death.