no trivia [jori]

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I have so many things
I would like to explain to you
But I don't know just how to
Communicate
I can't take this body shaking
Dress and we'll begin
Nights can be so violent
When beds become vacant

This time I woke up to a thumping head and sense of nausea and regret in a bed that was no longer empty. The sheets surrounding my naked body, cocooning me tight in place, smelt like sweat and shame and just the thought of it made bile burn at the back of my throat. I cracked my eyes to the unwelcome sunlight shining in on me and glanced around the unfamiliar room, trying to get my bearings and hopefully remember what had happened.

All I knew was I drank far too much.

The thick arm pinning me to the mattress had a familiar feel, something I hadn't known in years and then it was just for a brief period of time. I followed the slight tanned skin, a huge contrast to the pale white I was so used to, and found myself staring into a sleeping face that made my already upset stomach churn.

I hadn't see Ryder Daniels since I humiliated him in front of the entire school that night at the Full Moon Jam, and I'd hoped I'd never see him again. But now I was lying in bed next to the guy who had used me and tried to make a fool out of me all that time ago.

I'm never drinking again.

My fuzzy mind tried to piece back together exactly what had happened last night that had lead to this moment. Trina dragged me from bar, to club, to bar, pouring as much alcohol down my throat as she possibly could in an attempt to 'cheer me up' and I lost it somewhere between the third and fourth place, finally letting myself go enough to enjoy dancing and having fun with my sister, something I hadn't done in a long time.

We bumped into Ryder at the fifth place, a nightclub called 'The Ryde'- yes, spelt with a y- which we soon found out he owned. It was relatively new and he said he felt 'he was in a generous mood' and would let us in for free, seeing as he knew us. Even through my drunken haze I was sceptical, but Trina would not pass up an offer like that, so I found myself being towed inside and straight to the VIP area.

The music was booming so loud I could hardily hear myself think, the lights were dazzlingly bright, flashing their colours around the room like a spinning, neon vortex and I was lost in sensation.

Shots, pitchers and who knows what else later, I fell into him. My blissfully intoxicated mind told me he was familiar, he was there and he was comfort. The night went blank from there and I guessed that was how we'd ended up here.

I sat myself up, pushing his arm off me in disgust. How could I be so stupid? I couldn't even remember where Trina had gotten to, but I knew that if she was still there, she would never have let me go through with this, no matter how much she wanted me to forget about a certain someone else.

From my left, I heard a low chuckle muffled by a pillow, followed by a deep, satisfied groan that made me shudder.

"Looks like you came beggin' on your knees to me instead, Princess." Ryder mumbled sleepily, not even bothering to open his eyes, and murmured in a sing-song voice "Crawling like a centipede."

"I was drunk." I scoffed in defence, sick at the thought. "And desperate, apparently." I added in a mutter.

"Nah, you missed me." He rolled over to smirk up at me. "You may have been pissed off before because you figured I was just using you to get an easy A, but you can't resist the Daniels man."

I gave a shout of laughter, edging on the delirious. "You're a pig, Daniels. Last night was a mistake. My whole relationship with you before was a mistake and, mark my words, it'll never happen again."