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Michael's POV
I groaned, slightly, feeling the heat of the light shine down on my face. I opened my eyes, as I took everything in, my eyes started wondering off.
I was in an anonymous room with the blonde guy from the party, my eyes widened as I took of the blanket. An oversized shirt and a pair of my favorite boxers, I sighed in relief. I lifted the blanket and got out of the bed, reaching my phone to call my sister.
"Emma?" (Zouis_blunt WEYYYY)
"Where were you, Michael?"
"I was at a party"
"Did you get laid?"
"No"
"Well, you should've, you're acting like an asshole"
"Pick me up"
"Hell no"
"I'll tell mom"
"Where are you"
"At some kind of hotel"
"Well that narrows it down"
"St. Jude"
"Be there in a few"
"Bye"
I ended the call and made my way to the bed. I picked up my clothes, bending over, getting all my clothes.
"I got you bend over again, princess, I thought you had enough of that last night"
My head snapped to the bed, the blonde guy was laying there with his elbows supporting his torso. His smirk was, once again, displayed on his face. Cocky bastard.
"Michael" I said, sticking my free hand out. I mean if we did frick frack I should atleast introduce myself.
"I know that" he said with a smug look.
"What's your name?" I asked, awkwardly, putting my pants on.
"Luke, thought you already knew that since you were screaming it last night"
"Ummm.." I said, fidgetting. I didn't know what to do
"I'll see you around" I said, getting my phone and walking out. He waved goodbye at me and went back to sleep. Gentleman.
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