The Cheating Game

Ch. Five

The next day I woke up half on the couch and half on the floor under the coffee table. How I got there? No idea. I remember falling asleep on the couch, so I probably just fell off of the couch in the middle of the night. I detangled my legs from the covers and crawled off the couch. I felt like I was on a major sugar crash.

I washed my face in the bathroom sink and went into the kitchen for some cereal. While I waited for my milk to warm up, I grabbed a tall glass of cold water and shook two Asprin from the bottle in the cabinet. I knew Jacob would have a headache from the party last night.

Speaking of last night, I wonder what happened to Grayson? After we went to pick up a very wasted Jacob, he kind of disappeared. It was too bad though, because I owed him a lelluva ot of teasing. Torturing him about what happened last night would have been blissful.

I knocked on Jacob's door and heard a grunt. Seeing as he was awake, I entered his room, taking in my surroundings. He had royal blue wallpaper and a white ceiling and rug. His bed was pushed to the left corner of the room, his wooden dresser sat across from it with his TV on top. He had a splatter painted nightstand beside his bed and a desk with his laptop on it in the corner of the right wall. To the right of the desk was the doors that lead to his closet. His laundry basket was on the farthest wall and his waste basket sat to the left of it.

"Morning sleepy head," I said, resting the water and asprin on the nigthstand. I sat on the edge of the bed and messed his hair. He groaned and swatted my hand. I snickered.

"Well if you didn't want me to bring you asprin," I trailed off, slowly rising from the bed.

"No," he groaned. "Thanks."

I nodded and walked out of his room and over to mine. Let me give you a tour of my room.

I have cinnamon red painted walls, but the pictures hanging distracted you from the paint job. On the farthest wall from the door sat my bed with a nightstand on each side. At the foot of my bed sat my treasure trunk with British flagged decorations which I kept all of my special keep-sakes in. On the left wall are the doors that lead to my walk in closet which was also decorated in pictures. On my left wall sat my vanity with all my make-up and such. The mirror was surrounded by little notes I collected over the years from my friends. If you can't tell already, I don't like tossing anything that had meant something to me at least at one point in my life. I had a 5SOS styled rug in the middle of my floor that my Aunt bought me last summer when she went to Australia. On the right wall, to the right of my closet was where my desk was, with my laptop and stationary. In the right corner of the room sat a rack that I kept all of my outfits on, with my laundry basket behind it.

I sat on my spinning office chair and logged into a website called Edmodo which most of my teachers used to give us assignments and grades when we do things electronically. A huge smiled sprung up on my face when I found that I had gotten a 95% on my Science test.

"Katy," Jacob called from my door. I swiveled around and nodded in acknowledgement.

"Grayson's coming over," he announced. I nodded and the grin on my face returned. This was the perfect oppurtunity to get revenge. As soon as he got out of my room I dashed into my closet and sifted through it, looking for a vengance outfit. I victoriously emerged with a pair of denim short shorts and an orange tank top/crop top type shirt. I straightened out my hair with my flat iron and touched up on my make-up slightly. This was going to be sweet.

Soon I heard the doorbell ring and I knew that Grayson was here. I scurried down the stairs, past Jacob's room (where he lay on his bed with earbuds deep in his ears) and to the door. I threw it open and found Grayson with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his dark denim jeans. I smile flirtatiously at him.