I woke up in an unfamiliar room.
It definitely was not mine, but before I started to panic, I took a deep breath stretched out my arms and hit something.
Or someone.
"Zee really?" A voice said rubbing his forehead from where I hit him.
"Crap! Cole?? How did I get here? Wait, wait, first off, where am I?" I demanded. I thought back to yesterday and the last thing I remember was kissing him. I had no remembrance of getting here or for what reason and I was freaking out.
"We drove here." He said sarcastically.
"Ha ha very funny" I flicked his forehead once again irritating him. He could not play with me like that, not now at least. Not when half of my memory of last night disappeared.
"Zee, you were drunk and you came to my apartment to sleep, that's it." He said stroking the side of my face to calm me down.
"Ugh, fine I believe you. Why didn't you just bring me to my house?" I asked flopping back down on my back.
"Let you, a drunk 19 year old be left alone? I've been there and trust me you do not want to experience that"
I watched him walk around to my side of the bed. He knelt down and rested his elbows on the blankets.
"I will make something for breakfast, come downstairs when you're ready." He said.
I turned to face him and he leaned in to kiss me and so did I. Our heads collided into each other and Cole definitely had a bruise on his forehead now.
"Ow, really Zee" he got up rubbing the pain away and let out a small laugh before
he left.
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a fortiori
Teen FictionA girl living with a disease that she try's not to give into. She lives life to the fullest (sort of) and boys from her past come back to her side, but why her? She's nothing special. Then she realizes something she never thought she would. They nee...
