Player vs. Player II

Chapter Eight (8)

My head is pounding uncomfortably the next morning, luckily it isn't that bad. Throat dry and feeling dehydrated, I pull the covers off me and place my feet on the floor. This is why I rarely drink, because of the after-effect. I absolutely hate hang-overs and the lack of energy it puts on my body.

I pick up my robe and walk to the kitchen. I spend a good minute scanning my fridge for water before finally picking up a yogurt cup and walking over to my living room. I looked around in my apartment--in exactly four days from now I'll be moving in a luxurious house with Cam. Not that I don't think my apartment isn't luxurious, I personally think it is.

It has these leather brown couches and this cream white carpet, plus it has all these painting I hung up to make me look artistic. 

I begin to search for my television remote when my house phone starts ringing. Great, now I have to look for that too. I dig my hand in my couch to find the land-line phone and almost scratch my hand in the process. Finally, I spot it behind my potted plant (how did it get it, I frankly don't know) and practically fall over to answer it on time. When I finally get it Cam's name is flashing on and off from the Caller ID. 

"Hello?" I say a bit out of breath.

"Hey Alex! So since we have off today I was hoping that we could have breakfast together---we rarely do."

I instantly think of my many, eventful plans of the morning and tap my chin. First, I'm probably going to drink some low-caff coffee as I watch TV and then watch some boring soap-opera where every gasps dramatically because some girl called another girl stupid.

"Sure! Where are we going?" I say without a moment's hesitation.

"I was kind of hoping to prepare breakfast on my own for today," he adds, "If that's alright with you."

"Of course it's alright. I'll have to see if you can cook, after all I can't marry a man that doesn't know how to cook," I tease.

"Oh, alright, just add the pressure on me."

"Glad to be of service. I'll be there in ten. Love you."

We exchange good-byes and I drag myself upstairs. I dramatically throw my closet door open and look over at my clothes. Feeling lazy, I pull out a blue Juicy sweatsuit and throw it on my bed before walking over to the bathroom. 

As I'm taking a shower it finally occurs to me I have no idea how I got home last night. Maybe I took a taxi home--which reminds me; I have to buy a car. I've had my license for four years and I've yet to buy a car. Maybe now, since I don't have to worry about a house, I can focus on buying a car! The image pops up in my head. 

I'm cruising down the street slowly in a silver convertible and my blond hair is moving gracefully with the wind. There are huge sunglasses covering my face and these hot men passing by will just walk slowly and check me out as I flash them my ring and go, "Sorry boys, I'm a married woman." Then I drive off.