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Chapter 9: Can We Hide in the Tree House?
“Rachel?” A voice whispered in my ear. My face was plastered against a hard, cold tile floor and drool was pouring out of my mouth. I shot straight up and wiped the wetness away with the back of my hand, as I looked behind me to find Miles staring at me in all of my hot mess glory.
Getting up too quickly was a bad idea.
I winced, clutching the side of my head as a dull, bounding ache circled each of my temples. It felt like my brain was throbbing against the inside of my skull. The bright florescent lights above the bathroom mirror didn’t help either, beaming down on me, stinging my eyes and intensifying the pain in my head.
The hell happened to me last night? Was I sick?
I smacked my hand against my forehead and squinted my eyes into focus, trying to figure out where the heck I was.
Definitely not my house.
There was a razor at the sink, Axe body spray in the open cabinet above it, and a Superman toothbrush lying on the counter. This was Miles’ house.
“Here,” he said, as he handed me two Advil tablets and a glass of water. “Take these, it will help your head. Do you think you can down some toast?”
I didn’t feel like eating a thing, though. My head hurt so badly that I couldn’t even stand the thought of food. I wiped away some of the hair that was stuck to my face and neck before gulping down the pills. The back of my throat felt like it was on fire, stinging something fierce, but the cold water was soothing against it.
“Not too fast, Rach,” Miles warned as he took the glass out of my hand. I looked at him confused, and his big blue eyes were gleaming back at me. “You’ve been throwing up all night…I don’t want you to puke all over again just because you had too much water to drink. Your stomach needs a rest.”
“Throwing up?” I asked. I looked down at my clothes, thinking that I was still wearing the dress that I wore to the party; but, I was surprised to find myself wearing Miles’ baggy t-shirt and sweats.
When the hell did I change?
“What happened last night?” I asked, as I took the cup out of his hand and sipped a little bit of water from the glass. “How did I wind up here?”
Miles was looking at me like I had asked him a calculus question. “Seriously? You don’t remember anything?” he replied, raising an eyebrow.
I shook my head. Looking back, I remembered going to the party and seeing some naked guy streak through the forest…
Yeah, that was burned into my memory for eternity. How traumatic.
“You got totally wasted,” he explained. “Hence the hangover.”
“Hangover?” I croaked. My throat was still scratchy. “I was drinking?!”
“Come on,” Miles said, as he picked me up under my armpits. He nodded his head towards his room, but I was able to catch a quick glimpse of myself in the mirror as he brought me to my feet.
“Oh, my God!” I squealed, trying to wipe away the smeared mascara from under my eyes. I tried to pat down my hair, too, but my fingers got tangled in my wild mane. Good thing there weren’t any small children around. I probably would have scared the daylight out of them. I looked like hell! And normally, I wouldn’t really care what Miles thought of my appearance, but right now, I was an absolute disgrace. My face was pale and gross, the lip gloss I had put on last night was crusted on my chin. I looked like some washed up stripper.
“Rach, you look fine. Quit being such a dork,” Miles demanded.
|Lucy Hale||as Rachel|
|Jeremy Sumpter||as Miles|