Lucky Me

*XXV*

Chapter Twenty-Five

I woke up with a massive hangover. My head was throbbing and my stomach ached. I felt like my whole body was overheating and my mouth was so dry. What the hell happened last night?

I was still in my dress but my shoes were off my hair was now tied into a messy bun. I don't remember coming home last night. Heck, I don't remember anything at all.

Oh my god... what if I had slept with some random stranger and got an STDs? I'm starting to freak out.

I get out of bed and stumble almost hitting my head against my nightstand. Ugh, I need some Ibuprofen or Advil to make this headache disappear and also the stomach ache.

I check my text messages, a couple is from Colin, Liana, and Deb.

Colin: Are you ok? I saw Ez

carry you home yesterday.

I gulp. I didn't even know that Ezra and Colin went to the party. I didn't notice them. But I was drunk half the time I was there so that makes sense.

Me: Thx for asking.

I'm fine.

I basically tell Liana and Deb the same thing. All of them telling them how they saw Ezra carry me yesterday and that I looked pretty out of it. And how drenched I was because I fell into the pool and blacked out.

I groaned and rubbed my temple before walking out of my dorm. I go to the bathroom to take a shower without a towel but I don't care.

When I finally came out of the shower and I've freshened up I decided to wrap my dress around me and walked out.

At least my butt was covered but the top of my boob was too exposed. I was exposing way more cleavage then what was comfortable.

Unfortunately, I had to cross Ezra on my way to my room. He cocked his eyebrows at me, "forgot a towel?''

I roll my eyes, ignoring him. At least I got the smell of chlorine and beer and . . . pot off me.

Did I take pot last night? Is that why my stomach hurts so badly?

I close the door and I start getting dressed. Before I could pull on a shirt, in the mirror I see a bruise on my stomach. It definitely didn't come from the home invasion attack.

The door opens and I clutch my t-shirt against my bra. It's a sports bra but still . . . cleavage.

"What the hell? Don't you know how to knock?''

Ezra rolls his eyes, "first of all, I did. And second of all, shouldn't you be thanking me for saving your ass yesterday? You would have drowned,''

I purse my lips, "thank you. Now can you please get out?''

"Are you still mad about the Tessa thing?''

I frowned and quickly looked away, blushing. Ugh, yes I was still pissed, but I was wondering if I should be pissed at all. But I need him to get out, he needs to learn about boundaries.

"Morgan . . .''

"Ezra, stop.'' I turned around and gave him a hard look, "I'm not mad about the Tessa thing, hell, I don't care.'' I snapped.

Ezra looked taken aback and I felt horrible. I started to apologize but then he slammed the door and I sighed and threw myself on my bed. This is good, this is the right thing to do. But then why the hell does it feel so wrong?

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"Do you wanna talk?'' Deb asked me over the phone.

"No, I just feel like a huge idiot. Ugh, I know he's mad at me, I can feel his anger. It's radiating off him.''

Deb laughs, "don't worry, just talk to him, tell him how you feel?''

I flicked at the hem of my shirt, "and mess it up some more? Yeah, no thanks.''

"Come on Morgan,'' I could tell that Deb was rolling her eyes on the other end. "It's obvious that he likes you, and if you give him the chance you might end up falling in love.''

I shake my head vigorously. That's exactly my problem, I see myself with Ezra, I'm starting to fall for him. But I need to distance myself, even if it makes me feel like crap. In the end, it'll be worth it because no one will get hurt.

"Morgan . . .''

"Deb . . .'' I say in the same stern tone.

Deb sighs, "you're never going to enjoy life if you keep building these walls around you. Pain is part of life, Emilio died, Dante cheated. I get it, you've been through some horrible crap in your past relationships but if you don't give Ezra a chance you might end up missing out on something great.'' she lets out a breath and continues.

"I hated Dante for cheating on you, and Pearla. I was shocked that it was Pearla considering she's the one who introduced you to Dante and practically forced you to go out with him. And the fact that she was like a second mother for you when you found out that Emilio had died.

"The point is, after I found out I did the most terrible thing. I was the one who had posted the photo of Pearla lifting up her bra and flashing at some guy. I place 'Homewrecking Bitch' on the GIF and everyone starting reposting mean shit about her.

"You probably didn't know because you had stopped looking at social media until summer rolled around. I'm not saying what I did to them was okay I'm just trying to tell you that I have your back. If Ezra hurts you . . . I'm here for you, sweetie.

"Morgan I'm your best friend and I love you and no one is touching you. But come on, give Ezra a chance or at least give him an explanation. He deserves both. And please, don't let this be one of the What ifs in your life.''

I let what she said sink in. I had seen the GIF of Pearla flashing her bra. It had made me smile for a couple of hours but then I remembered that Dante was still with her and the smile had disappeared.

Deb had always had my back, I could always count on her. And maybe she was right. Maybe I should give Ezra a chance. But if . . . if he hurts me or dies then I don't think I could ever see another guy again. I don't think I could live with myself.

I sighed and nodded even though she couldn't see me, "you're right. I should give Ezra a chance.''

"Outta girl,'' she laughed. "Don't forget that I'm here for you, Morgan. And I love you.''

"I love you,'' I tell her and smile. "And thank you, for everything Deb. You were a second mother to me during Emilio's death.''

I know she's beaming right now, "I'll talk to you later, okay?''

"Alright.'' I said and hung up.

And with that I realized, I owe Ezra an explanation.