Bad Boy In Love

Chapter 21- Clean

Ryder Jones

Waking up and rubbing my eyes, trying to open them. My head was throbbing, I had a massive headache. I hate hangovers. Maybe I shouldn't have drank that much. I look down and see someone's head laying on the crook of my neck. My vision wasn't too clear so, I couldn't see who it was. But I did see brown hair. What the hell happened? All I remember is coming home and falling face first onto the floor. How did I get up here?

I look over at my stand and look at the time, it's ten thirty-six. Oh, shit, mom. Oh, SHIT, HANNA. And honestly, that party was butt. I didn't get to bang anyone, or did I? I look over at the girl. My vision was coming back together. I rub them, once again and see TYLER? She had her hand on my stomach and the blanket was covering her legs. How did she get here? And please don't tell me I took her virginity. Looking at the ceiling I sigh. I always fuck things up. Especially when I'm drunk.

Tyler moves closer to me, wrapping her arms around my stomach, and lays her head on my chest. I slowly lean up and grab the blanket covering the rest of her body. She's so adorable when she sleeps. Wait. What? No, that's just weird. I have to get up, it'll be too awkward when she wakes up. Hmm. Okay, I got this.

I carefully take her hand and slowly put her hand on her stomach. I fidget to try to get her head onto her pillow. I shift over to the left more and try to land on my feet as I move but, that doesn't work too well.

Instead of quietly landing off my bed on my feet, I end up doing the opposite and fall on the floor making a very loud noise and feeling a burning sensation on my stomach. And my head didn't seem too great too.

I let out a groan in pain. I couldn't hold it back. It hurts to much. I curl up in a ball clutching on my stomach. Don't judge me, if you fell off of a king sized bed, quietly to not disturb your friend, you would do that too. Only if you felt my pain.

I hear a small giggle and Tyler looking down at me covering her mouth to hold her laugh, "just like last night. Good morning bad boy," She smiles and gets down on my bed, walking over to where I'm sitting.

"Wait, last night?" I look at her in confusion.

"Yeah, you fell and groaned, very loud. I tried helping you up but at a point you didn't want to go in your room. You were a pain in the ass," she offers her hand and I take it getting up.

I scratch the back of my neck and slightly smile, "anything else?" I cock my eyebrows, hoping I didn't say anything stupid.

"Yeah, you told me that you loved me and you asked me to be your girlfriend." Oh please tell me she's joking. My face heated up a little.

She starts laughing, "it was a joke! Your face turned bright red," she pinches my cheeks and I give her a stern look once she finishes laughing.

"Oh, stop being serious," she gawked at me and playfully rolled her eyes.

"Whatever," I roll my eyes, "anyways, did my mom find out? Hanna?"

She nods her head, "no, your mom is out and she won't be back till tomorrow afternoon and don't worry about your sister, she was entertained."

"Oh," I purse my lips and back up trying to sit on my bed, but tripping over a trash can? And vomit came out.

"Ew! What the hell? Who put that there?" I run to my shower and turn the water on, rinsing my foot off.

"I put that there, and you barfed like three times, I forgot to rinse it out," she walks to the frame of my bathroom, leans her body on the door frame, keeping her distance and covering her nose.

I turn off the water and look at my shower, something looked different about it. I don't know what but it looks weird. Did dad add new tiles? I look at the tiles in confusion.