Shaking Things Up...

Shaking Things Up...Chapter Seven.

Shaking Things Up...

Chapter Seven.

(Back To Dee;s POV)

Having a hang-over sucks. I should know, after living like a geek for fifteen years, I was entitled to a drink...Or two. Okay, maybe three. Fine!! A lot of drinks. Hang-over's were like my life for the first month, when I learned what fun was and learned that my homework only belongs one place. In the garbage. Don't get me wrong, I'm insanely smart. Probably two times more starter than people my age usually are. Apart from science. I suck at science. So bad.

Anyways, the pounding in my head is getting so bad right now and all I want to do is curl up in a ball and die. Just not painfully. That would make my hangover worst. I squeeze my eyes shut one more time before counting to three and throwing open my eyes. The sun seeps through my skull and I whimper quietly.

"God, dramatic awaking or what?" Someone asks and I turn around and see Prescott lying besides me.

"Ahhh!!" I scream which totally is not me.. Unless I wake up in Prescott Austin's bed. Oh God, I hope he didn't get his way with me.

I take a peek down at myself and find myself fully clothed.

"Chillax there, Dee. We didn't do the deed." He laughs.

The past nights events come rushing back to me and I look at Prescott in shock.

"I won't blame you if you can't remember anything that happened last night, you were pretty drunk last night." He says, rather loudly.

"Shh..." I mumble, hiding under the blankets and shielding my eyes trying to think.

All in all, I'm a pretty good drunk. I can handle my liquor, I think, but the best part is that, unlike other people, I can remember the events that happened when I was drunk. don't ask me, it's like my own super power.. Which sucks really.. Why couldn't I have cool super powers? Like...Reading people minds, or seeing the future? Yeah, sucks for me... Stupid Edward Cullan.. Stealing all the good powers! Damn, getting off track.

So, anyways. I know how much of a sweet guy Prescott was last night and it really surprises me. I remember him carrying me upstairs and taking me to the bathroom but I think I blanked out. What do I do know? Do I tell him that I know he's not a jerk?? Or do I treat him like I really dont care because after last night, I think I might care enough to be friends with him. Or at least hate-friends?

"Come on, stop being such a baby." Prescott brakes through my thinking web and pulls the blankets off me.

"How can you handle your hangover so well?" I ask him and he shrugs.

"Dunno?" He answers. He stares at me and thats when I realise that I'm in Prescott Austin's bed. I really should scream again, but those eyes are stuck on me, sucking me in.

"I think-" I stop when his mouth tilts up a little. not so much a smile, but not a smirk either.

"What do you think?" He asks, repeating last night.

"I think- I think I should go." I say quickly, tearing my eyes away from him and leaping up from the bed.

"Thanks, you know, for last night and not letting anything bad happen to me." I mumble awkwardly before rushing out the door.

When I finally find my way down stairs and out of the house, I run to my car and sit in it for a minute, trying to get my breath back.

That's when I realise that I was just talking, in bed, with bed hair and probably bad breath to the most gorgeous guy I've ever seen.

Oh God, spare me please!!! I mumble while starting the car up.