We're Just Friends [BOOK 1 Of The 'We're Just' Trilogy]]

"Asshats"

T W E N T Y   T H R E E

Anastasia

I wake up with a pounding headache the next morning, having vague recollection of the previous night i roll over and reach for my nightstand blindly in search of my phone but i don't find it. With a sigh i roll back into the warmth of my blanket only to collide with a hard chest.

My eyes shoot open and are met with sleepy green ones, which immediately makes my mind rush through any events i can recall from last night because sleeping with nathan was the least possible one of them.

"Good morning sunshine" he smiles, rubbing his eyes as he rolls onto his back. I stare at him blankly, as if staring at him without saying a word would magically make him explain everything but much to my dismay, doesn't.

This is when i notice my unfamiliar surroundings, what was i doing in nathan's room, why was i here?

But more importantly, what happened last night?

"G-good morning?" I stutter out, sending him a confused look as if asking for an explanation to which he catches on "you were super drunk, i brought you home, your house was locked so i brought you here" he explains, all in one calm breath.

"So nothing happened.. right?" He shakes his head "no, you passed out as soon as i changed" he smiles, slipping out of bed. I stare at his broad naked back, toned perfectly, as he stretches and makes his way to the bathroom. Leaving me alone with my confused thoughts.

I lay there for the longest time, curled up in the warmth of the blankets as i stare at the window with a clouded head. I honestly have no clue what i'm thinking, there's just random thoughts flying around my head.

My phone..

I reluctantly sit up and look around for my phone, with no luck i look for nathan's instead deciding to call my phone from his. I unplug it from the charger on his side table and pray its unlocked, fortunately it is.

I have to ask him why he keeps his phone unlocked, that's stupid of him. I scroll through his contacts but i can't find my contact, i look through them all carefully but none of them seem to be me..

Except one.

Prince

I laugh, really hard. Mainly because he's still saved as nathan the nutsack bastard on my phone. I should probably change it back to princess fuckface, that was a creative nickname.

Maybe even vagina talker-- no.. too obvious and.. kinda creepy. Unless nate is just bisexual, I mean unless its not me? nathan seems pretty popular around the male population.

Jesus christ Anastasia..

I keep scrolling, until my eyes catch another contact name..

Mine

Who could that possibly-

"What are you doing?" His voice speaks from over me, making me up and look up at him with an innocent smile "looking for my phone?" He has an unreadable look on his face as he looks at me, which scares me a little "i swear its not what it looks like, i'm just looking for my phone and i thought i'd use your phone to call it" I ramble on, making him smile "jesus, you don't do well under pressure"