Try Me (Drunk In Love #1)

Chapter Ten

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Sleep slowly slips away from me, making room for a worst headache I have ever encountered. I'm scared to open my eyes. I feel the warmth of sun on my lids and slowly open my eyes.

Everything hurts. My head feels like it has taken several hits and now will explode if I even move a hair on my head. On cue Tabitha enters the room.
"Get up, sleeping beauty." She says a little too loudly. I cringe inwardly and motion her to keep quiet.

"Hungover? I'll make you some lemonade. Get out of that bed first." She moves to pull the curtain aside and I turn my head the other way. Sunlight bursts into the room, lighting it up like Christmas tree.

"What time is it?" I ask grogily.

"Nine o'clock." Damn, I overslept. Blame all the alcohol for it.

"I'll be out in ten minutes." I inform her and she leaves.

I wince getting up. Slowly I brush my teeth and splash some water on my face. I find Advil and take two, chasing it down with water.

The smell of coffee calms me momentarily. As promised, a glass of lemonade is sitting on the table. With some blueberry pancakes. I take the glass and drink all of it in one go. It's soothes my thirsty throat.

"You look bright and cheery. Last night it looked like you have been alliance in a murder." I say, jealousy colouring my voice.

"You know I'm immune to everything now. Almost, everything." She responds.

We eat our breakfast in silence. For some unknown reason, I have never liked maple syrup on anything. So my pancakes are topped with cream and chocolate syrup.

"I will be out all day. Feel free to do whatever the hell you want to." She announces.

"Oh. Something important?" I ask.

"I'm meeting Shane. He is staying at a posh hotel so he asked to come over. We will be having dinner at hotel only."  Her smile is so infectous, I smile too.

Mentioning Shane brought up a memory from last night. I hesitate before approaching it. She catches on my hesitation and ask me to just clearly ask.

"You and, Belly. What was that?" I ask quietly.

She stops smiling and looks down at her plate. Then in a slow voice explains.

"Belly have been my friend for a long time. Since I started oxy and ecstasy. He has been the one who supplied that to me, for free. In return of spending some time with him. He too have a girlfriend but right now they are apart."

I open and close my mouth many times. Sex, in return of drugs. My best friend has become so addicted to this?

"Don't look at me like that. I am not addicted, okay? It's complicated. And I will explain it to you. But now, I have to go. Shane is waiting. Bye." She eats the last of her pancake and pick up her bag, leaving.

That memory of Belly and her bring up another one. Abel and me. Everything that happened last night come rushing back to me. He kissing me, how his lips tasted. How his body was, warm and strong. The smell of spice and mint. I feel the smell lingering in the air.

Then I remember, he gave me his jacket. I look around and surely, the jacket rests peacefully on the sofa. I taste Hennessy on my mouth.

I walk over to sofa and pick up the jacket. Holding it close to me, I sniff it and it smells exactly like him. I find my cell phone in it.