Make Me a Playlist

12 ~ i'm not your babe

"Hungover?" My mum's eyes never left the paper as the words left her mouth, but she knew the answer. "There's some aspirin on the side."

It was Sunday morning and Mum was hunched over the kitchen island, a coffee in her right hand, and the paper in her left. Wrapped in her silk robe with fluffy slippers on her feet, she looked content. 

She had opened the door for me last night after my house key failed to work. After Derek, that was all I could really remember. That and how great it had felt to change into my cotton shorts and climb into my own bed alone.

"Thanks." I threw the pills to the back of my throat and swallowed them with a mouthful of tap water.

"Have a good night?" She folded the paper neatly and placed on the side of the counter before I had a chance to even consider my response.

She met my gaze and there was something hopeful in her eyes. There was no way I could tell her about last night. Mum knew what I was capable of, but rejecting Adam and then sleeping with Derek, while Morgan sat in the room beneath us. Not a chance.

"Yeah," I lied. "Not that I can remember most of it. "

She shook her head at my remark before continuing the interrogation. "Are you doing anything today?"

"Oliver's coming at twelve," I told her. I grabbed a Red Bull out of the fridge and downed half of it. "We're finishing the presentation."

She looked at the Michael Kors watch wrapped around her slender wrist. Her lips stretched into a knowing smile. "Then you have ten minutes to sort this," she motioned to my entire body, "out." 

"Why? What time is it?" 

"Ten to twelve." 

"Why are you still in your pyjamas when it's nearly the afternoon?" I asked, almost choking on the energy drink.

"Because I don't have people coming to see me in ten minutes. I don't need to look presentable."

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath.

"Language." She raised an eyebrow.

I ignored her, finished the rest of the can, and raced up the stairs. I wasn't going to have time to shower and make myself look presentable before he got here. Maybe he wouldn't mind waiting for me to get ready. There were plenty of things he could do. He could check his Facebook. He could watch a couple YouTube videos. It wasn't like I was going to take an hour. Just a few minutes.

The doorbell rang, and I could hear Mum making her way towards the front door. I threw my duvet across my bed in an attempt to make my room look presentable, before hiding the display of underwear on the floor.

"Oliver's here!"

"Um," I shoved last night's outfit in the corner of my room and panic walked across my room. "Send him up!" 

A few moments later he was stood in my doorway. I crossed my legs and pulled the oversized ACDC shirt I was wearing over the small shorts.

"I'm just gonna get ready," I said. "You don't mind, do you?"

"Um, no I guess not," he stuttered.

I pointed towards my ensuite before scurrying inside and locking the door behind me. "Feel free to grab my laptop and do whatever," I said through the door. "I won't be too long."

"Okay."

I stripped off and stepped beneath the shower head. I would be less than two minutes. I had mastered the art of getting ready in under five minutes. It meant I could spend more time in bed on a morning before school. As I quickly scrubbed last night's makeup and the boozy stench off my skin, I caught a glimpse of a bruise on my chest and felt a pang of shame. I scrubbed harder. I wasn't going to let last night's antics get to me. I had to focus on today and being with Oliver. Studying. I was one half of our group and I needed to pull my weight.