Be-Lie-ve

Chapter 2: Hangover

My head is pounding.
The lights are too bright.
The smell of bacon engulfed my nose and it doesn't sit well with my stomach.

I roll over the white cover sheets only to fall face flat on the floor.

Ouch. That hurt.

It took but only 2 minutes to realize that this was not my bed.
This was not my floor, and this was definitely not my shirt.

What in the heck happened last night?
Why am I hear, partially naked with only a shirt and my panties on?

My mind wandered thinking only the worst possible scenarios. I can't breathe.

My anxiety is at its peak.
I could feel the vile coming up my throat.
I scatter around the messy room looking for the nearest trash bag, sadly I couldn't find one.

I reach to the closest thing next to me, a black adidas book bag.
I start to vomit uncontrollably. My eyes began to water and my stomach clenches at the amount of force I am making.

I feel a presence behind me.

Something griping, holding, my hair away from my face.

I could feel it, observing me.

My eyes were too blurry, forbidding me to see.
Finally done I pull my head back.

Concerened, worried, embarrassed, I'm ready to confront whoever was watching me.

"You owe me a new book-bag princess" he teased.

My eyes meet his hazel brown eyes.
He has a pearl white smile, disheveled hair, and is currently shirtless. Leaving his abs at full disclosure.

I scan his entire body down and up.

My cheeks feel hot, and I feel intimidated by his toned body. I break the eye contact quickly.

Clearly he knew I was checking him out.

I try my best to hide the physical effect he had on me.

"Do you want some aspirin?" he asked.

"Yes, I mean no, I mean I don't know you. Who are you? Why am I here? What happened? What did I do?" I rambled.

"Hey, hey princess, calm down." he moved closer.

"Stop calling me princess. Stay away! Don't tell me to calm down." I excreted.

"Look, you got really drunk. You had nowhere to go, and I couldn't let you go out like that. I was the bartender on duty. If your worried that anything happened, nothing did. I took you upstairs and you fell asleep in my arms. You woke up again and started to undress yourself. I didn't do anything but assure that you have at least my long shirt to cover your short self." He mimicked my tone.

"I'm not that short." I rolled my eyes.

Really Marileen. After all that you say that. Really, I thought to myself.

He stared at me blankly. His right eyebrow rising. Insinuating that I knew that was a dam lie.

"Thank you." I whispered. "I think it's best if I leave. This is not right."

I scatter around and look for my pants and shoes. I quickly put them on, making no attempt to find my original shirt. I guess his white long shirt has to do. Even if I did find my other shirt I'M NOT TAKING THIS SHIRT OFF, NOT WHEN HE IS INFRONT OF ME. At least not sober....

I look for my phone and I can't find it. Where can it be? I become flustered.
He just stands there making zero attempt to help me find it.

Finally, he starts to walk away.