The 20 Year Old Virgin | Herophine

Chapter 40: That's My Fucking Girl

Jo

As we head down from the VIP lounge, I pull Mia close to my side. Hero and Alex are in front of us. "Bitch, Alex has a girlfriend back in London," I whisper into her ear. I feel her tense, her steps faltering and I get a hold of her even in my own intoxicated state before she rolls down the steps . "You okay?" I ask her, worried.

"Yeah, of course I am," she says with furrowed brows, her eyes trained to Alex's back.

"So... are you and Alex... like... hooking up?" I ask while dragging almost every word out. As confident as I am knowing Mia, I'm completely clueless as to her stand with this whole thing about Alex. I know she doesn't go for any guy who has a girl; it's why I'm best friends with her. We both hate the idea of cheating and being cheated on. But I saw how different she was acting with Alex. I know she likes him. Like really like him.

"Well now that you told me, guess that's no longer happening," she shrugs nonchalantly.

I breathe a sigh of relief at her response. That's my fucking girl.

As soon as we're out of the club, the chill from the early morning breeze hitting us like a bitch, I pull Hero to the side and tell him Mia's no longer interested.

"And what do you think I'm supposed to say to him, love?" He asks, frowning.

"I don't know. Make some shit up."

He groans in frustration before turning back to Alex. "Hey man, you okay crashing on a couch?" I hear him say and I fight the urge to facepalm myself. Really Hero? He could've at least told Alex to head back to his hotel or whatever.

"No problem man," Alex chuckles.

The fuck is wrong with these British men?!

Mia glares at me when Alex slides in next to her in our Uber. Of course she would be annoyed. I mean, I would be, too. And because of that, I end up being annoyed at Hero as well. Why is he so damn clueless sometimes?

The ride to our apartment is mostly quiet, everyone settling in their respective seats mostly from intoxication or sleepiness. I tell Hero to make Alex comfortable on the couch because it was his brilliant fucking idea once we're safely inside the confines of my room, making sure Mia and Alex won't be able to hear me. Huffing, he pulls out a spare pillow and a blanket from my closet and head out the door only to come back with the items still on hand.

"He's already sleeping. Mia," is all he says before crashing on my bed and snoring lightly. I have completely forgotten how exhausted he was from his day and the feeling of guilt washes over me. I acted like a bitch over nothing.

I take a quick peek at Alex's sleeping frame on our couch-his feet dangling on one end. This apartment has somehow become a magnet for freakishly tall British models. Heading back to Hero splayed on my bed, I slowly strip him off his shoes and clothes. He's out cold that he doesn't even stir as I roll him over to his side of the bed. I quickly take off my makeup and brush my teeth after stripping to my panties and putting my pyjamas on, before finally crawling into bed next to my man.

Despite crashing at five, I still wake up at nine the same morning. As much I want to sleep in, my mind just wouldn't let me so I roll out of bed and trudge to the kitchen to make some coffee and prepare something to eat for everyone when they decide to wake the hell up. Once I've finished my cup of coffee and the first batch of grilled cheese is done, I pad back to my bedroom to try and wake Hero up. He told me he has to meet Jamie again at one in the afternoon. I stop dead on my tracks when I see the couch empty.

Where the hell's Alex?

The pillow and a blanket is still draped on the couch and his shoes are still on the floor so I know he hasn't gone back to his hotel yet.