The 20 Year Old Virgin | Herophine

Chapter 22: People Change

Jo

"Bitch, we should do this again when we get back in LA," Pia shrills. I barely register how obnoxiously loud she sounds in my highly intoxicated state. I'm pretty sure we'll be waking the entire floor with the kind of raucous the four of us are making at four in the morning.

"Totally! I love hanging out with you bunch of bitches," Inanna yells at my ear which only makes me start giggling like crazy.

One of the doors opens and Sam's head peeks out glaring at us. "Shut the fuck up ladies, sheesh!"

"You shut up Samuel!" Khadijha sticks her tongue out, earning another series of obnoxious giggles from the four of us.

"God I hate girls when their high, so obnoxious..." I hear him grumble before slamming his door shut.

One by one, the girls retire to their own rooms as we pass them until finally I'm left alone to the end of the hall where my room is. I have half a mind when, instead of opening my room, I sway to the door across from it and pound my fist against it. "Hero! Open up you ass!" I scream.

The door swings open and I find Hero rubbing his eyes with only his boxers on. "Jo?" He blinks his sleep away and he frowns as he runs his eyes up and down me. "Where the bloody hell were you? I've been texting and calling you," he exasperates.

"Girl's night out," I slur.

"Wait, are you drunk?"

"And high, yup. That's me!" I giggle, swaying past him and into his room. I pull my shirt off and tug my pants down, kicking it off completely with my shoes.

"Jo, what the fuck?!" I hear him shout behind me.

"You know... you're really getting good at swearing. Remember when you couldn't even say fuck when we first met?" I giggle, taking my bra off and hopping unto his bed.

"What's the matter with you? Why are you acting this way?" He stands beside my side of his bed, scowling.

What's the matter with me? He has the guts to fucking ask me why the hell I'm acting this way?

"You..." I mutter under my breath, closing my eyes.

"Me? What do you mean by that?" God, he's annoyingly loud.

"Shut up! Fuck I just want to sleep..." I groan before completely passing out.

The next morning-well, afternoon-I wake up with a killer hangover and to Hero sitting beside on the bed. I don't acknowledge him and go straight to the bathroom. I'm still mad at him for abandoning me the previous night and I may be blaming him for causing all the changes in myself, too. Irrational? Of course, but I never did claim to be the rational one between the two of us.

Why the fuck did I even sleep here when I have my own damn room right across the hall?

Putting on a robe, I exit the bathroom to grab my purse before heading back to my room. Since we ended filming late last night, we won't be needed on set until tonight.

"Love... can we just sit down and talk?" Hero says quietly.

Might as well put both of us out of this misery. Sighing, I nod and sit down by the edge of the bed. "Alright, talk."

"I'm sorry... for leaving you the other night." He's sorry alright, the tone of his voice and the look on his gorgeous face clearly shows that he is but his apology does little to diminish my anger.

I wait and wait but he doesn't continue. That's it? He says sorry and he expects me to just let it go? Again, un-fucking-believable! I need him to tell me what that call was about but I'm not gonna ask that from him. I want him to be the one to tell me willingly.