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Chapter 15, Alexander

The sun wakes me up by shining through my bedroom window. Max's house is still pitch-black so I guess it's pretty early in the morning. I'm wearing the same clothes as yesterday but the difference today is that they are covered in dried blood. Gross. I remember giving a few good punches and Dylan being mad but that's about it.

I roll over to my left side.

"The fuck!?" I jump back and stumble to the floor. There's a fucking girl in my room, and not just any girl, but Lacey. She awakes as I shout and looks at me confused. She probably doesn't remember anything either. "Holy shit."

"I can explain..." Lacey sits up in the bed.

"Say we used a condom?" I say, panicked for a second.

"Excuse me!?"

"Well I don't wanna get a fucking girl pregnant at seventeen!"

"I'm not pregnant!" She yells and stands up quickly with her hands in front of her.

"So we did use a condom?" I sigh, now relieved, and rise up from the ground.

Lacey's red hair is a beautiful mess. She's also wearing yesterday's clothes, which again reminds me of the blood stuck all over me. I really need to wash it out.

"I did not have sex with you!"

"Oh." That's weird. "Then why are you in my bedroom?" I wonder, confused at this whole situation.

I have actually never taken a girl home before. We always stay at their place or in a shitty car.

"You got really drunk yesterday and I took you home. Your brother asked me to stay with you for the night."

"Of course he did," I mutter and walk out of the room to the bathroom. I turn on the shower and take off my shirt when Lacey walks in.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" She says putting her hands over her face to cover her eyes and walks away.

I take off the rest of my clothes and step into the shower. The cold tile floor tickles my feet. The water warms my skin up as it streams down my entire body. I start to rub the soap on the blood stains. They disappear surprisingly easy.

When I'm ready I wrap a towel around my waist and ruffle my brown hair. I walk back to my bedroom. I open the door, discovering Lacey still standing there.

"You can go now," I tell her. Did she think that she should babysit me the rest of the day? On the other hand it wouldn't surprise me if Jonathan asked her to do that too.

"That's what I get for taking you home? Do you know how heavy you are? I almost had to carry you!" She shouts. Does this girl do anything else than scream all the time?

"Like you didn't wanna sleep next to me," I mock her. My face lights up with a huge grin.

"You are such a jerk! How can you think so highly of yourself?" Lacey asks putting her hands across her chest.

"I'm just fucking with you," I respond and start to search for some clothes from the dresser. "I'm sorry if I offended you," I add with a serious tone, meaning it, and toss a pair of black jeans and a white T-shirt to my bed. Lacey still just stands in the middle of my room with her dirty clothes on.

"You wanna borrow something to wear?" I ask her because she is right, I'm pretty heavy and I'm acting like an asshole.

"Um, sure," she utters. I nod towards the dresser to sign that she can freely pick anything she pleases. She walks over and starts to search for the smallest clothes she can find. When Lacey doesn't look, I change to the jeans and the T-shirt I picked. Lacey turns around with my Northwood High School hoodie I got on freshman year and a pair of shorts in her hands.

"Can you like, turn around?" She wonders.

"You walked in on me in the bathroom when I was half naked. I think it's only fair if I stay where I am," I tease.

"That was a mistake!" She explains and I start laughing.

"I'm sure it was," I state with a smirk and turn to look out of my window so that she can change in peace. I can literally feel her roll her chocolate brown eyes at me behind my back.

Max's blue Audi isn't parked in his parking lot anymore. Guess he's fucking Georgi again.

"Okay I'm ready." She calls out and I look back at her. Holy fuck she is hot in my clothes. My eyes travel her body up and down.

"You want some breakfast?" I ask and start walking downstairs before she has the time to answer me. I have a slight headache from yesterday but it isn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. As I walk down the staircase, I can hear Lacey follow me from a distance. I turn left when I reach the bottom and walk into the kitchen. The white walls reflects light which makes my eyes dazzle. Not a good thing when you have a tiny hangover.

I open a cabinet and take out two porcelain plates and hand one of them to Lacey. She thanks me and takes a seat at the marble table. I quickly make two sandwiches and throw them on the plates and at last I fill a pair of glasses with water and put them down on the table and sit down myself.

"What happened to you yesterday?" Lacey asks and takes a chew on the sandwich.

"What do you mean?"

"You had blood on your clothes, how did it get there?"

"Just some stupid fight over a girl," I answer and take a gulp of the water.

"You fought for a girl?" She raises an eyebrow.

"Well this Nolan dude hooked up with Dylan's girlfriend."

"Dylan, who?"

"A friend of mine," I simply say.

"So you thought it would be a good idea to get in the middle of the fight?" Lacey wonders sounding unsure.

"Fuck no. I told Liam this whole thing would lead to a college drama but his stupid ass wouldn't listen," I blurt out a bit annoyed at Liam.

"What does college has to do with any of this?"

"Nolan, the guy Dylan attacked, I guess he's in college," I reply. "What's up with all the questions?"

"I found you sitting on the ground, with bloody hands and a bottle of vodka in them. You could have murdered someone for all I know."

"Huh, well good thing that wasn't the case."

The breakfast was quickly over, I mean, it's not like you eat a sandwich in hours. I follow Lacey to the door as a gentleman like myself should do.

"Okay this has been...nice," Lacey states.

"Just bring my clothes back some time," I say and unlock the door for her.

"Yeah, bye."

"See ya."