Caught In Your Chaos ✓

Chapter Twenty Five

My head hurt, and I woke up to a sudden sound of water running. I tried ignoring it, but my throat felt like sandpaper. I felt too hot. A groan slipped through as I sat up on the bed, still a little dizzy. I checked my surroundings and vague flashes of the things happening to me zoomed in my mind. The room looked familiar, almost like I had been there before. But the moment my eyes fell on the paintings adorning the walls, I remembered it was the same room I mysteriously found myself in at the last party.

I panicked. Who wouldn't? I was unconscious for god knows how many hours and then found myself in a room very much aware that there was someone inside the bathroom. I quickly collected my senses and pulled off the sheet. Thank god! I was fully dressed. The moment my feet touched the cold floor, the door opened, and I froze in my position as Jake walked out in only his black jeans. He was rolling a white bandage on his bruised knuckles, but his eyes were on me.

"You are finally up, sleeping beauty. I thought only a true love's kiss could wake you up." he mocked. My eyes traveled down his tattooed torso, and once again, I felt a burning sensation the way his toned muscles flexed as he walked. Snap out of it! I cursed under my breath.

"How did I end up here?" I gave him a frown restricting my eyes on his face. "And where's your t-shirt? Oh god! You pervert. Did you take advantage of me while I was unconscious?"

"Relax!" he said lazily, still struggling to put on the bandages. "You fainted, remember. And some asshole spilled his drink on my t-shirt, so I had to throw them away for laundry. And for the record, I have zero interest in you. You are not my type."

Ouch! that sounded harsh, and for some reason, his confession hurt me.

"You aren't my type either," I mumbled. "And since I am so much of a burden to you, I should leave your company sooner."

I still felt a little light-headed, and the loud music blasting outside proved that the party wasn't over yet. My eyes fell on the clock, which showed 1:00 am, meaning I had a chance of going back to my room to sleep the night off. Anything was better than being close to Jake and embarrass me even further. I glared at him one last time and got on my feet, only to stumble back due to the wooziness. Great, the alcohol in my blood had not yet worn out.

Jake walked towards me, and once again, I supported myself in his hands. He threw the bandage roll on the bed. His hold was gentle. As if it could bruise me if he held any tighter. He sat me back on the bed and handed me the glass of water kept on the nightstand.

"Amy, you don't look good. Why don't you rest here for a bit, yeah?" his voice was unpredictably soft. He tucked my loose strands behind my ear ever so softly as I drank all of the water in one go. My eyes found their way back to his black orbs, and the gentle gaze mesmerized me beyond any measure. Who was this new person?

"Did you bring me to this room last time?" I had to ask him.

"Yes, apparently, you have a habit of passing out at the parties." He said smugly, retreating his hand. I already missed his warmth.

"I didn't pass out last time. I was sleeping in Xavier's room." I frowned, placing the empty glass back in its place.

"Of course, on the floor, while keeping the door unlocked." he chuckled lightly, and my eyes fell on his knuckles, which looked painfully sore. I fiddled, keeping my hands in my lap. I had a sudden urge to caress them and then patch them up. The sight of wounds makes me uncomfortable.

"Jess said no one enters that room without Xavier's permission." My voice was low as my attention shifted from his knuckles to the roll of bandage on the bed.

"And you think drunk people need permission to enter a room. Aren't you too innocent?" He said, bringing his face a little closer to mine. I didn't move away. Only if he knew I was anything but innocent.