Running into the player

Chapter 18 - Just No Sex

 Chapter 18.

My eyes crack open and the first thing I think is, i'm not in my own bed. I sit up and my head spins, causing me to flop back onto the pillow. I squeeze my eyes shut and lay in silence for a few more minutes. My throat is so sore! I prop myself up on one elbow and look around the room. Everett's room. What the hell happened?! I look over at the dresser and see a cupcake, my birthday cupcake? I gasp as I notice a sleeping Everett wrapped around me. Did I? Did we? I don't remember a thing! I sit up straight and slap Everett lightly on his cheek, causing him to groan sleepily. I sigh angrily and slap him again, with more force this time. His eyes snap open and he looks up at me, yawning loudly. I try and stay calm as he sits up beside me and stetches, cracking his neck.

"Morning sunshine." He smirks, nudging my leg with his.

"What the hell happened last night?"

"Nothing." He holds his hands up and looks at me like i'm a crazy chicken.

"Nothing? Then explain to me why we are both in the same bed? Did we have sex?" I squint at him and he laughs, pulling the blanket off me.

"We both have clothes on Callie. People need to be naked to have sex." He nods at me slowly, chuckling. You idiot Callie!

"So we didn't...?" He shakes his head and I smile, relieved.

"Would it be such a bad thing?" He asks me, jumping up from the bed.

"I could think of better ways to spend my time." I smile and he gives me evil eyes, shoving his hand down his boxers like a typical guy. I curl my lip up at him and he shrugs.

"What? You live with a guy this is what you have to get used to. Unless of course, you want to put your hand down there and help me out?" He winks and I scoff, watching him walk into the bathroom. I kick the rest of the blankets off and get out of his bed, walking down the hall and into my room. I take one look at myself in the mirror and scream, literally scream like a little girl. My mouth hangs open at the sight of my haystack hair and hooker style makeup.

"What happened?! Do I have to kill a spider?!" Everett runs into my room, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and toothpaste all over his lips.

"Why didn't you tell me I look like a clown?!" I try my best to smooth my hair down. Death staring my own reflection.

"That would be insulting clowns." He chuckles and I punch his arm, doing more damage to my hand. I grab my hairbrush angrily and drag it through my tangled hair, wincing as I almost pull my scalp off. Everett laughs and shakes his head, brushing his teeth and walking back into the bathroom. I grab any clothes I can find and walk into the bathroom behind him. He spits his toothpaste into the sink and wipes his mouth with a towel, smirking at me in the mirror.

"Get out! I want to have a shower!" I push him out the door as he chuckles, walking his scrumptious ass back into his bedroom. I lock the bathroom door and strip my pyjamas off, jumping into the warm shower. I scrub my face furiously, taking off any layers of clown resemblance. Something about steamy warm water relaxes me, especially when it's raining down on my tense muscles. I do what I have to do, remembering to rub Everett's body soap all over me. Mmm vanilla. I know, i'm a sad, sad person. I shut off the water and dry myself off with a towel, examining the clothing I had selected. I put on my underwear and bra and decide to wear my high waisted shorts. I pull them on and grab a purple tank top, tucking it into my shorts. Cute! I dry my hair and pull it back into a high ponytail, finally satisfied I walk out into the hallway. I hear Everett grumbling in his room and I walk in, seeing him on his knee's scooping something up. He's now wearing grey sweatpants and a black gym shirt. I edge closer and notice the smashed vodka bottle from last night, never again will I drink vodka!