Taken By A Vampire Playboy

Chapter Eight :

"Iris, Iris wake up! We're late for work!"

I felt someone shaking my shoulders in an attempt to wake me up. But I ignored it, pulled my blanket up higher and turned away.

"IRIS FAYE DE'ROSSI, IF YOU DON'T GET UP RIGHT NOW, I'M GONNA GO GET A CUP OF COLD WATER."

I groaned and put my pillow over my head to drown out whomever was telling at me and to keep my lingering headache at bay; but my peace was short-lived.

SPLASH!

I immediately shot out of bed, "COLD! VERY COLD!"

"Can't say I didn't warn you." Kat stood at the end of my bed trying to stifle her laughter, a now empty cup in her left hand.

"What was that for!?" I pushed my sopping wet hair out of my face and threw my pillow at her.

"I've been trying to get you up for the past fifteen minutes! We're late for work!"

Crap.

I checked the alarm clock next to me, it read 3:00 A.M.

I forgot we work open today, ugh.

I was so lost in thought for a moment that I almost didn't notice Kat throwing my work uniform at me.

"Come on! No time for sitting around! I already called Phyllis & told her we'd be at the diner in about thirty minutes, now MOVE!"

I quickly stripped out of the skimpy dress from last night and ran to the bathroom.

Gotta hurry, gotta hurry.

I clumsily dressed in my uniform, making my way to the sink in between putting on articles of clothing.

Yikes. Note to self : Take off make-up before bed.

As soon as my eyes hit the mirror, I cringed. My make-up was smeared around my eyes and my hair stuck out in all directions all over my head.

Here comes the fun part.

I struggled to run a brush through my hair but managed to pull it up into a neat bun atop my head, then grabbed a rag and began to scrub at my face.

The make-up isn't coming off! Why isn't it coming off!?

I scrubbed at my face even harder and began to panic when the make-up still wouldn't budge.

Come on stupid make-up, come off!

At the same time, Kat came into the bathroom with a small bottle in hand, "That make-up is waterproof hun, use this."

She handed me the bottle and I examined it.

Make-up remover. This would've been handy when I was practically scrubbing my face off.

I poured some of it on the rag I was using and was relieved when the make-up came off with ease.

"Ready yet?"

I finished wiping my face down and nodded.

"Then let's go mi amigooooo!" Kat tossed me my phone and headed downstairs before me.

Bzzz Bzzz

Just as I was about to exit my room, I stopped and looked down at my phone. Swiping my finger across the screen, I saw that I had a text message from the owner of the diner that Kat and I work at :

"No need to come in, Karla and Tracy filled in for you and Kat. Have a nice day girls! Get some more rest!"

You've got to be kidding me.

"Hey slowpoke, you comin'?" Kat stood at the bottom of the stairs with her hands on her hips.

I punched the bridge of my nose between my thumb and index finger and sighed in irritation, "Read the text from Phyllis." I tossed her my phone.

She unlocked it and her eyes quickly skimmed over the screen, "Frick yeah! Ice cream and movie day!"

She smiled and did what I assumed was the happy dance before throwing my phone back to me.

Kat took off her apron and went to plop down on the couch, "Get pillows, blankets, and chocolate ice cream. I'm gonna find us some moooovies!"

"Can't we just go back to bed?" I leaned against the wall and let my eyes drift closed.

She picked up the remote and skimmed through channels on the TV, "I'm too awake for sleep now. Continue with operation movies and ice cream!"

I turned and headed back into my room to grab pillows and blankets when sharp, excruciating pain shot through my chest.

My vision went blurry and I felt myself begin to fall.

"Iris, are you okay?" were last words I heard before I blacked out.

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Cliff-hanger! What could be wrong!? What happens next!? Whooooo knooowwwwsss! Comment, vote & such. c: Anywhooo, hope you've enjoyed reading!

~Britt