No Filter

Chapter XXVIII (28)

My eyes cringe at the brightness in the room as I open them. I rub my eyes and feel a light headache that transform into an unbearable migraine. I groan loudly and touch my forehead.

This must be what a hangover is.

I prop my arms slowly against the bed and turn to the left. On top of the nightstand laid two pills and a cup of water. I reach over and swallow the pill down with water as fast as I could. I let out an unsatisfied moan. I sit up and see blurred images in my head. Last night, whatever happened, was not the best choice to be drinking. Why did I even drink in the first place?

I uncover the sheets around me and notice I was in the clothes from yesterday. I feel like I was somewhere else instead of my own room. But then again, I heavily drank, and I could be mistaking one thing for another.

I step on the floor and smell the alcohol on me. I scoff in disgust. I stand up and grab a new set of clothes. I shower and change.

I walk out of my room and tiptoe downstairs. I hear faint voice from the kitchen. As I came closer, I distinguish their voices. Dinah and Louis were in a conversation. I couldn't help but listen.

"What we did was just because I was drunk," Dinah said.

"I don't believe that," Louis rebuttals. "We only have a couple of drinks. We didn't drink enough, so I know it's real. I know that you like me. You don't have to admit it."

"I don't," Dinah replies.

"Then explain this," Louis says. Suddenly, there was a silence.

I peek my head in and clear my throat seeing seeing Dinah and Louis making out in the kitchen. She kissed him passionately, and I smile from the inside. I knew it. I knew Dinah had a thing for Louis. They part their lips once they hear me, and I froze. Their eyes dart at me, and their faces redden.

Louis looks at Dinah and whispers something in her ear before walking away. I walk to her, and she gives me a nervous smile. She massages the back of her neck and says, "So...how much of that did you hear?"

"Not much, but enough to be curious of what you guys did last night. What did you guys do?" I ask.

Dinah lowers her eyes as her face reddens even more. "We might have...had sex," she says.

I widen my eyes in astonishment. "You and Louis?"

"I know," Dinah nods her head. "But it couldn't be as worse as you and Liam."

I crease my brows, wondering what she meant. "What?" I question. "What did Liam and I do?"

"How much do you remember from last night?"

I thought about it. "Troy and I went on a date and then we came home. I had a conversation with Liam. And then we went to go eat. I drank seven cans, I remember that, but I don't recall the rest."

"Well, I don't know much either, but you were flirting with Liam in the dining room. You're lucky Troy didn't see that. Otherwise, the two of you would be dead meat."

"How did you two end up together?" I ask.

She explains, "We were at the table until Louis decided to go have our own little fun instead watching the two of you flirt."

"I did not flirt with Liam," I protested. "I would've remembered that I did."

"You drank seven cans," she says. "I'm wondering how you didn't throw up last night."