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Chapter Two
My toes twitched as the cold morning air crept around my apartment and fixed itself on my bare leg dangling from the bed that had become a mess of sheets and flesh. The cold shot up my leg as my muscles contracted tight. The sheet that had swamped my body was thrown into the air as I shot out of bed.
“Cramp!” I yelled as I tried to put my foot down amongst the clothes and shoes that had been left strewn across my bedroom floor. As I hopped about in my frantic need to rid myself of this shooting pain I caught my reflection in the mirror. I finally put my foot down and my leg muscles unwound themselves and relaxed.
‘Oh my..’ I thought as I observed the mess peering back at me from the mirror. I took in the result of one interesting night out, there I stood, hair that had started off so in place now resembled the hair of a cave woman, my make up that had been applied with perfection now laid smudged across my face, my lipstick seeming to have reached my eyebrow in one clearly energetic sleep. I shuffled from foot to foot as the pain of wearing heels for majority of the night finally hit me now that the soberness had brought me back to reality.
Then I noticed the most disturbing thing of all, I was wearing a shirt, a big over-sized black shirt. I quickly made my way through my entire wardrobe in my head, my eyes began to grow in panic as I came to the sudden realisation, this shirt wasn’t mine, it clearly belonged to a stranger.. ‘a male stranger’ I thought as my stomach dropped.
Then I caught the image in the mirror behind me of my bed, my occupied bed. I turned quickly ‘was the owner of this shirt in my bed and if so would that mean..’ I didn’t let myself think it instead I slowly made my way back to the side of the bed I had jumped out of. The dark blue sheet was stretched over the head of the breathing mass , the small breathing mass in my bed ‘wow this guy must be tiny’ I was bemused. Slowly I reached out , frightened to wake my guest before I could figure out what to do or even say, I had never found myself in this situation before.
My fingers silently curled around the top of the sheet and I pulled it back ever so slightly, there was a flash of blonde. I breathed out and let my body relax ‘Evie’ I realised as I whipped back the rest of the sheet. Relief flooded over me as I cast my eyes onto my half-naked friend that bizarrely looked fresh with flawless make up and the kind of bed hair that was deemed sexy.
This still didn’t explain the Shirt I reminded myself. The coldness began to make me shiver as I made my way down the hallway and into the lounge, preparing myself to find the sleeping body of a man, all I found was an empty and very messy room. It wasn’t until I took in the empty bottles that littered my usually immaculate apartment did I realise that I really couldn’t remember too much of last night and considering I had been out with Evie, that really wasn’t a good thing.
As I Scanned my apartment I noticed a note stuck to my fridge ‘perhaps a thank you and goodbye letter from the mysterious owner of the nice smelling shirt ‘ I giggled to myself nervously. There I found an answer, it just wasn’t as helpful as I had hoped:
“You can keep the shirt, think of it as a thank you for the VERY interesting night last night. Hope you girls aren’t feeling too unpleasant today. Come back and pay us a visit. Jake x”
A groan escaped my lips, the message only confirmed for me what I had been dreading. I questioned myself , ‘had I really had a one night stand and what had happened to make the night very interesting and who should I be paying back a visit too’. I groaned louder as I rubbed my now pounding head.
“What’s with the weird noises?” I jumped as Evie’s voice reminded me I wasn’t alone. I turned to see my friend standing in a pair of boxers and quite simply nothing else, looking far too happy considering I felt as though the contents of my stomach wanted to come up and say hello.

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