Silenced

XI| Hangover

The banging drum that was in my head, didn't go away. It just got worse as the minutes dragged on.

Grunting, I finally got up. I was still in my clubbing clothes, which was just a simple long sleeve shirt that was a deep blue color and faded blue jeans. None of it was to suggest that I like to fight or was considered a "bad boy".

Stumbing a bit, I was able to reach my dresser.  Sadly, I had no more shirts. Well, none that were clean anyway.

Groaning to myself, I looked through the shared cloest, stealing one of Steel's shirts. He was the closest person to have my size of shirt, Viper being too slim. Even still, it was at least a size bigger than me.

Slowly, I made my way over to the bathroom. The hangover I was feeling was the worse that I had.

"New limit: four cups." I grunted to myself as I let the warm water run over me.

I had learned that warm water helped with most things, sometimes even hangovers.

After my shower and getting dressed, I carefully made my way downstairs, mostly to snuggle into the couch.

"Jaxon, you're awake!" A voice boomed, making the dull ache flare again.

"Great." I hissed, holding my head as I sent a glare to Mr. David. "Why the hell are you here?"

Aston looked taken back for a moment and I thought he wasn't going to answer.

"I saw you in the Wild Animal... You looked drunk beyond belief, so I got you and your friends home. Now, I'm goign to ask this once," Oh, god... That voice he he used... " why the fuck are you living in this place."

He was angry... Very angry... So, so angry...

I didn't say anything, just hunching up a bit. I didn't want to say anything, it wasn't his business.

"Answer me, Jaxon." The guy hissed softly, his enchanting eyes darkneing.

"It's home. If you're really concerned, it's my friend's house anyway."

Now that was the biggest lie that I've ever told in my life.

The green-hazel eyed hottie opened his mouth to say something, but Viper litterally jumped on me!

"Holy-" I gripped the wall as my balance was still wobbly. "Viper!"

Me and her both winced at my own shout.

"No yelling... It hurts..." She whined, slowly slipping off my back and onto the floor.

"Then don't jump on me..." I hissed, doing my best to glare at her.

"Who the fuck is yelling?" Ace's rough voice sounded, his heavy steps decending the stairs.

Leaning on him was Steel, his head lightly on the man's shoulder, his face reading pure agony.

"Sorry..." I mumbled, rubbing my head.

Steel grunted, his face once again twisting with pain.

"Jackass." The brute mumbled, wrapping an arm around the smaller male's waist, lifting him up to carry him the rest of the way down.

Slowly, we all moved to the living room, the small couch just barely fitting all four of us.

"The place is bare... Do you own it, Mr..." Aston stopped, waiting for something.

"Just call me Ace... Everyone does." The large male groaned out, shifting to get comfortable on the small thing with the rest of us. "And yes. We all do. Well, Jax helps out." He lied smoothly.

The thirty-year old man nodded, but his eyes seemed to have grown more concerned.

"Yo, Alpha, we're back!" A loud call came through the door as three other people came in.

Almost immeditently after that, a sharp pencil was thrown at the person, missing them by a few inches.

"Speak like that again, and I'll show you why people call me Viper Scorpian." The she-devil hissed, glaring at the bastard.

I groaned, rubbing my eyes with the long sleeves of Steel's shirt. Couldn't these people not be so loud?

"Well, isn't he a cutie." A soft voice chirped.

"Watch it, Charlie." Aston growled, almost protectively.

"Make me, you big baby!" The soft voice snapped, sounding a little too loud.

I leaned against my mostly silent friend as I groaned. Like seriously, could these people just shut up!

"Mr. David for the love of God, be quiet." I whispered, feeling a slim arm go over my shoulders.

I leaned against Steel more, feeling my body relax as silence once again flowed through the house.

Closing my eyes, I heard faint shuffling around, but I was too tired to really care.

After a short while, the smell of something cooking flited through the house. It smelled like eggs, bacon and pancakes... It wasn't half bad...

"Breakfast will be done soon... You four can go back to sleep." A calm, almost timid voice sounded.

Well, they didn't have to tell us twice!