I dare you.

Chapter 14

I wake up at what seems to be some ridiculous time of the night. I feel the vomit rising from my stomach to my throat, so I hurry to my feet and flick the closest light on. I open a door that looks like it would open up to a bathroom, which thankfully it does, and I rush over to the toilet. I hurl and it all comes up: the vodka, the multiple beers, and the regret. I don't remember much from the night, but I will never forget Ace kissing me. Only because I was under the impression that he didn't kiss anyone... I can only assume that it was because he was drunk. I begin to think about whether him and I will talk about it, then I think about who I'm actually dealing with. He'll just continue to treat me like a bad taste that lingers in his mouth. Well, now I actually AM the taste in his mouth.

I leave the light on and slightly open the door, trying to see where I actually am. I'm confused for a moment, but I realise it's Markus's room. He must've came to my rescue... thank god! I turn the light off and crawl back into bed.
"I don't think so." Markus mumbles, pushing me out of the bed.
"What the?" I scramble to my feet and cross my arms.
"I don't want to smell your dirty vomit breath." He chuckles and turns to sleep on his stomach. The sun is vaguely shining through the blinds, so it mustn't be too early in the morning. I have no clue where my phone is but I'm sure someone has put it away, so I just put on my shoes and leave, quietly shutting the door behind me. I make my way down the stairs and walk out of the frat house without anyone bothering me. I make it back to the sorority house only vomiting once more on my walk there. Bonus! I walk up the steps and walk straight into Lady's room, she's sitting up on the bed on her phone with what looks to be my phone resting next to her leg.
"Ma, big night!" She exclaims, looking at me nervously.
"Yeah, you could say that." I groan, walking over to the bed and plopping myself down.
"Where were you? I couldn't find you..." She trails off, she gets up from the bed and stands near the window. "I only left without you because I saw you with Markus."
"It's no big deal," I shrug. "I stayed at his house apparently, I don't remember getting there."
"What do you remember?" She asks, her face looks emotionless. She almost looks disappointed.
"I don't think we need to speak about it." I snap.
"It really doesn't seem like he hates you." She insists, raising her eyebrows at me.
"Looks can be deceiving!" I exclaim, throwing my arms in the air and plopping them back down onto the bed.
"Well you don't seem to hate him either." She whispers, looking up at me through her eyelashes.
"I do, that's not something you need to question," I hiss, not liking where this conversation is going. "He's just trying to piss me off, he knows I hate it when he touches me."
"So why let him?" She questions.
"I don't! He just does it."
"I'm just worried that you two will destroy each other... you're so much alike that it's concerning," She cautions as she sits back down on the bed. "I mean... I've seen him like that with other girls, but I'm just scared for you."
"I would never be interested in someone like him?" I lie, knowing she can't handle the truth. "I don't know why you're so fascinated by him and I? We haven't done anything."
"You haven't?" She blurts with complete shock in her voice.
"Well..." I begin, unsure on whether to tell her. It's not a big deal to me, he only kissed me because he was drunk. For me, I kiss everyone so what's the point in investing anymore thought into it? I just won't tell her that I enjoyed it. "I mean I did go outside and he followed me. We hooked up, it's not a big deal. He was really drunk." I shrug, watching her facial expression as it turns from confused to disgusted.
"You're lying... that can't be true." She snaps.
"Why would I lie about that?" I ask.
"Mari, he hasn't kissed anyone in over 10 years, he told us," She admits, looking over at the painting on the wall. "I don't get it... I'm going to scream at him!" She yells, bawling her fists at her sides.
"Why is it such a big deal to you?" I shout, trying to keep my cool.
"He's like the last pig you dated, why can't you see that?" She stutters. "I know you hate talking about it, and I'm so sorry, but I can see what could happen. He's no good for you, and you're no good for him."
"Well I guess it's good that I don't like him then right!" I shout.