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The constant beeping noise coming from someone's alarm was what woke me the next morning. (Afternoon?) I was hoping that I hadn't got anymore drunk than I already was, but that thought was quickly refuted as the pounding in my head pressed on. Not to mention the bitter taste of something bordering limey and vodka-y in my mouth.
"Holy hell, turn that shit off." A voice randomly spoke, making me jump slightly. I reached my arm out to the left and shut the phone off, taking note it wasn't mine.
Facing the ceiling, I looked around and realized that I was still at Mai's house, pictures of her and her sisters decorating the walls. I was also lying on the ground, rancid red carpet not as comfortable as it looked the night before. I wriggled my body some, trying to get some feeling in my limbs. The task turned out to be something that was more difficult than it should've been considering my bones were stiff from sleeping on the hard floor, not to mention the dead weight laying on top of me. I craned my neck to the left, honey hair tickling my chin. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as I realized it was Ash. As far as I remember, he & I hadn't seen each other for the rest of the night. However, the sticky feeling on my legs reminded me of last night's events thus causing a blush to creep up my neck.
"I didn't know you had a boyfriend." A second voice enunciated. I stretched my neck to its limits for the third time that morning to see the girl from the intersection lying on the couch next to a passed out Calum.
"He is not my boyfriend." I simply put, making sure to put extra emphasis on the word 'not'. Even though we kindasortamaybe hooked up, we had just met yesterday so I definitely knew we weren't that.
"Really? I'm not sure if I believe that." She responded.
"And why is that?"
"You must have been truly hammered last night if you don't remember. You two were the life of the party."
"What exactly is that supposed to mean?" I asked, eyebrow raise included.
"Jeez, I thought you guys were going to eat each other last night. There were bets flying around everywhere. Whether he was going to get into your pants or not, who tops, how long it was going to take for you to crack, and all that jazz."
What ths fuck is wrong with people?
"I bet that you guys were going to make it to third base, and judging by your appearance, I was right."
Does making someone come in their pants still fit within the parameters of third base?
"One, two, three hickeys. Four, five--oh that one had to feel amazing. Are those his finger imprints on your hips? Frisky, eh?"
"Are not." I mumbled, knowing they probably were and I probably am. Subconsciously, I went to pull my shirt down to cover my exposed skin but realized it was impossible with Ash's weight crushing me. I reached my free arm up, absentmindedly tracing the purple marks that littered his skin and descended into his shirt. I desperately hoped I was the only one that had left my mark on him hours ago. He let out a shrill noise at the sudden contact and I froze in place, only resuming when he snuggled more into my neck, assuring me he was still sleeping.
"So that means that this little punk here owes me 40 bucks." She continued, petting Calum's head.
"I don't even remember meeting up with him again." I mumbled, more to myself than her.
"Nothing at all?" I shook my head in disapproval. "Well that sucks. I would have wanted to remember a fun night like that."
"But I still don't understand why people were so interested in us. We were just dancing, yeah?"
