I woke up, worst hangover I have ever had. I didn't remember anything but going to a party and Zack. Zack, douche. My vision blurred from tears. I started to cry. Made my headace even worse. I got up and was in my party clothes. I went to my closet and found my black yoga pants and a blue shirt that said PINK in black letters.
I went downstairs. I seen a complete stranger. "Morning." He said. I let out a scream. He ran over and covered my mouth. "Shush, you'll wake Drake up." He said. Who is he? "Remember me? James." He clarrified, well tried. "Who?" I asked pushing him away from me. Now my head was pounding like crazy.
"I'm James, your dad's best friend." He said. Well darn. My dad made a hot best friend. "Okay? I'm-"
"Carly." He said, cutting me off smiling. He had a sexy smile. Like, really sexy. "Yeah." I said.
"You okay? Your eyes are swollen, like you've been. Crying." He said. "I have. And I have a headace." I said rubbing my temple. He went to the medicine cabinet and got me some medicine.
"So what happen last night?" I asked James, sitting on the stool at the bar. "Your dad called me to come get you. You were at a party. On the curb, drinking a beer. I took you home, and you asked me to stay with you." James said, getting pancake mix. "Did I?" I asked. "Did you? Did you do what?" He asked confused. "Try and do something dumb!" I said rolling my eyes. "No." He clarrified.
Thank fucking God.
