The Guys on my Flat

Chapter Nine

Everything was black, but my head was thumping so badly. My brain felt like goo. I was so tired, my head was resting on my arms, and I could tell I was just beyond passing out.

Lily and her husband, Sam went back to their room a little while ago.

The stupid thing I just learned, once you've had one, they just keep piling up and soon you don't even think about how many you're drinking. I must've had like six. Nothing compared to the others, but I was beyond lucid at that moment.

"Looks like she passed out," someone laughed, it sounded like Liam.

"Her shirt's all wet," Alex stated. He was right, my shirt and pants were sticking to me because I fell in the pool maybe ten minutes ago.

"Maybe someone should take her back to her room," Andy said, someone's hand rested on my wet back. I groaned as I tried to move my head, but failed and just stayed where I was. "She'll catch a cold if she stays out her all wet."

"I'll do it," Liam asked, I could practically see the cheeky smile on his face.

"With a face like that I wouldn't trust you with my laundry," Cassidy replied. I heard Alex somewhat laughing, then something go thump and I just knew Liam thumped him.

Someone's jacket was placed on my shoulders; it was warm on my chilled skin. "I'll take her down," I couldn't tell if it was Booker or Andy that was offering. "I'm going to bed anyway."

"Don't go dragging her in with you," Andy joked.

I felt someone lift my head and I managed to balance on my own. But I felt someone scoop up my legs and carried me like one of those sappy romance scenes you see in movies. I felt sick as I was moved suddenly. "Whoa, lover boy," Cassidy said, I felt her hand steady my stray hand as I seemed to make me lopsided, "she's not a rag doll."

"Could've fooled me," Alex yawned, "she looked like she hardly had a spine earlier."

I felt a surge of embarrassment run through me as my chin rested on my chest and my arms crossed on my stomach. Lily got a bit excited and pulled me into the pool with her. I knew I was wearing a black bra, and I just knew it was showing. The jacket was placed on my body as whoever held me readjusted me, "night," he called as he started walking, the steady bopping of his footsteps was all I could feel. I heard the elevator door open and heard Andy in the distance talking about calling it a night as well.

My wet hair and skin was warming up from the body heat of my holder.

The doors opened and we walked out. He dropped my legs and I felt his hands run up and down my body. I groaned as I slapped at whoever was feeling me up. I fell backwards and felt the wall hit my back, I groaned as I held my head. "Where's your key?" it was Isaac!

My eyes fluttered as I managed to open my eyes. I saw him standing before me, his image was blurry. He seemed to be smiling, "I take it you rarely drink," he stated as I fumbled through my pockets. I was managing to sober up enough to stand straight.

"Is it that bad?" I felt like I was going to be sick.

He shrugged, "not as bad as some other women I've seen, but you're certainly up there," he informed. I found my keys and could barely find my own. I felt his hands grab mine and soon pull the keys from my hands. I hardly put up a fight as I watched him open my door. He pressed the keys against my hand, but I still dropped them. I scooped them up and walked to my door.

"Thanks for bringing me back to my room," I said leaning on the door frame.

He gave me an 'ok' smile. "Umm..." I blew a raspberry as I seemed to collect myself, "do you want some tea or something?" I offered.