"Foods here." Becca told me.
I shook my head, I had no appetite and I was comfy laying here on the couch.
"You need to eat."
"I'm honestly not hungry." I didn't add that my hangover wasn't helping.
"I'm sorry I've been so insensitive." She said quickly before leaving the room.
I was sorry about this whole fucking mess.
I closed my eyes. I could hear those three talking and eating. I couldn't hear what they were saying but did I really want too? Eventually I started to drift off to sleep, sleep was good, sleep would get me away from these horrible feelings.
"Hey." Someone whispered. "Move over."
I opened my eyes and Matt was there.
"Shhh, go back to sleep." He said quietly. "Just make room for me, I'm tired."
Whatever, I thought closing my eyes.
I started to drift off again and I felt Matt lay down.
"Lift your head." He whispered.
I lifted my head and he slipped his arm under it, he slipped his other across my waist.
How the fuck was I suppose to sleep now, squished on the couch with him of all people?
I could feel every part of him touching me and it was making me a little crazy.
I decided to just go up to my room and started to move.
"No." Matt murmured, tightening his arms. "Just go back to sleep."
Well that was easy for him to say.
I closed my eyes and layed there, trying to go back to sleep and I guess I drifted, but I was always of aware of Matt.
Someones ringing fucking phone interrupted me and I jerked out of my half asleep state.
"Fuck." Matt grumbled.
I could feel him feeling around for something and suddenly his phone landed on the ground in front of me.
Well that was the culprit.
I looked at it, it was her, the screen said 'Millie calling'. That fucking bitch.
I leant down and picked it up. "But it's your girlfriend."
He snatched it out of my hand and threw it further. "Shutup."
"I was just saying."
"She's not my fucking girlfriend."
"Well sorry, I just thought....."
He cut me off. "Well don't alright."
I looked at the TV. He didn't have to be so rude about it, I was just telling him.
But wait, did he say she wasn't his girlfriend? Oh no, that thought excited me way more than it should have and I pushed the thought out of my head, I had to stop thinking about him.
He made it incredibly hard as he slipped his arm back around my waist.
"Sorry." He murmured, his lips close to my ear.
"It's okay." I whispered.
"Not really." Oh god, his lips.
Now I couldn't reply, I was incapable of speaking.
He brushed his lips across my cheek. I closed my eyes, oh god I wish he wouldn't play games with me.
"Will you look at me?" He murmured.
Look at him, why the hell did he want me to look at him?
I kept my eyes closed, I couldn't look at him.
"Please." His lips grazed my cheek again.
Oh god, I was going to do it, godamn him, he could make me do whatever he wanted.
I turned over gently, trying not to fall off the couch in the process.
He looked at me.
"What?" I whispered.
He smiled.
