Brother's Best Friend

Chapter Five

**Cecelia's P.O.V.**

I woke up the next morning to loud banging on my door, making the pounding in my head even worse. I groan as I get out of bed, making my way towards the door, opening it.

"Could you keep it down?" I snap, before realizing its Kenzie.

She's standing in her clothes from last night, looking quite sober.

"Sorry," I apologize, "I've got a killer hangover," I say as I step aside to let her in.

"I see," she replies while closing it, "Um did he spend the night?" She asks confused, pointing to my bed.

I glance over, catching sight of messy brown hair.

"Who is that?" Kenzie presses.

"I-I don't remember much from last night..."

Kenzie goes over, pulling the blanket down just enough so that we can see his face. My breathing hitches in my throat as we're met with the strong jawline, slightly crooked nose, and the pouting lips of a sleeping Drake.

"No," I beg, "Please tell me we didn't. Not again...."

"I don't think so. I mean your clothes from last night are still on," she points out, "Plus Drake wouldn't take advantage of a drunk girl. I mean I don't think he would," she finishes, looking a little unsure.

"Okay," I shakily reply, still trying to remember exactly what happened.

"Let's just wake him up and ask him?"

Kenzie yanks the rest of the blanket off before slapping Drake. Hard.

He immediately sits up, grabbing his cheek and looking around a little dazed.

"Kenzie," I scold.

"What? I didn't say I was going to wake him up nicely," she shrugs.

"Did somebody just slap me?" Drake asks in disbelief.

"No, you were probably just dreaming," Kenzie brushes it off, while trying to hold in a laugh.

I roll my eyes before focusing them on Drake. His cheek is starting to turn pink from the slap, but other than that he looks cute and it makes me want to barf. He's shirtless and it takes everything in me to not let my eyes trail down to his delicious looking abs.

"Wait, why are you shirtless?" I ask.

"I sleep shirtless," he replies in a 'duh' tone.

"Well this isn't your bed," Kenzie interjects, "You don't fucking sleep shirtless with your best friend's sister in her bed. You already took her virginity, what else do you fucking want from her?" She snaps.

"Y-you told her about that?" He asks in disbelief, looking at me.

"Of course she did, we're best friends. I was there for her for months while she fucking cried over you. You were a complete asshole just leaving-"

"Kenzie stop," I snap, my eyes starting to water, "Please."

"I'm sorry Celia, but I'm tired of seeing you hurting because of him."

"I'm not hurting anymore, so don't worry about it. I'm with Ethan," I point out, throwing in a forced smile.

"I'm trying to make things right," Drake interrupts, "I said I was sorry."

"As if that changes anything," Kenzie snaps.

Drake glares at Kenzie before focusing his eyes on me.