Playing The Players Game

Chapter14 Hangovers and memory loss sucks

A/N      Hey guys sorry for the late update and I know it's a short but I am really busy I will try and update more frequently but if not I am really sorry

Kate

Rolling into a rock hard object and feeling like vines are tightening around my waist and pulling me closer to the object I feel like I am suffocating. I open my eyes and are face to face with Zack so close that I can feel his breath fanning my face. With no trace of last nights memories returning to mind I jump up out of bed to see I am only wearing his football jersey. Wtf did I sleep with him. Moving my hips forward to feel for any kinda pain that can indicate the loss of my virginity. Nothing absolutely nothing well at least my mind is a little more at piece now. Now the bigger question why on earth am I in his bed and wearing his jersey. I mean what happend and then a fuck of an head ache hit me like a kick. God how much did I drink last night I don't even drink so how did I end up getting so wasted that I don't even remember what I've done and how I have ended up in Zack's bed . Wtf have I been doing last night. But omg how good does this jersey smell I take another intake of his jersey as I am sitting back down on the his bed.

God I gotta get rid of this headache I stand up slowly not trying to step to hard on my feet because I don't know if you knew this but apparently when your hung over the touch of your foot on the floor shuts an electrifying shot of pain up in to your head and so does any sound even the silences sound.

I make my way down stairs in search of my jeans because believe it or not I forgot my phone in my drunken state last night in my jeans as I make my way down I have to step over passed out bodies red beer cups and vomit that a blond is apparently sleeping in at the moment I scrunch up my nose and laugh at my own thought yeah I'll rather wake up any morning next to Zack than in my own vomit. 

Finely my jeans. First things first let's google a cure for this major f*cking hangover and god why does it feel like the son is burning my eyes out of my head. After I am done googling I slip my jeans back on under the jersey and pick up my shirt with the question of why is my clothes laying outside near the pool ? coming to mind.

I head to the kitchen getting a glass of water and searching the medical cabinet for advil.

"Morning Godzilla you look like hell." Zack comments close to my ear as he holds on to my hips placing a kiss in my neck sending chills down my spine as he reaches past me for a mug.

I groan at the sound that echoes threw my head,"Really Zack do you have to be so loud ?"

He laughs at me and even though the sound makes my head pound it makes me feel all warm and giddy inside.

"Sorry sweet cheeks but nobody forced you to do so many shots last night or to give a show dance on my parents pool table or to strip down in your underwear and make out with Aidan in the pool so sorry for the hangover a but this time none of it's my fault."

"Ugh ... pipe it down will you... wait What!!! Did you just say about meunderwearpoolAiden...what!!!!"
I grab my forehead and massage my temples hearing my own voice echo in my head and groan again this time at my own stupidity.

"Well you may wanna pipe it down yourself sweetheart cause by the looks of it you look like shit and a little to pale for your own liking but yeah youuuu underwearrrrrrr poooooolllllllll makeouttttttt withhhhhhh Aidan.... so that sums it up luckily for you me being the gentleman I know I am pulled you from him before he can take advantage any further swiping your so called precious v card that I am sure of if it had happend you would have regretted it this morning but luckily for you I carried you up to my room gave you my jersey to cover yourself and put you to sleep in my bed after you begged me to stay and cuddle so yeah that's that."he scoffs sarcastically sipping on his mug of coffee leaning against the kitchen island.