No Strings Attached

Chapter Three | Bargain

I gaze at him with wonder, not believing him. "Then why was I wearing your shirt? And why we're you half naked in bed with me? Did you strip m-" he held his hand up indicating that I must shut up.

"No, you were wearing my dad's t-shirt. It was hot last night so I slept in my boxers, and this is my bed, so I can sleep in it whenever the fuck I want to." I glanced at him with anger and some-what disgust. I walked down the stairs heading for the front door. "And yes! I did strip you out of your clothes," Jesse shouts before I slammed the door, making my way out.

"Stupid jerk," I muttered, even though he can't hear me.

I should've slapped or either neutered him for taking my clothes off while I was intoxicated but waltzing back into his room with a major headache wouldn't be the best decision. And besides, I don't know what he's capable of. For all I know, he could be lying.

Nate pulls up by the curb and called out, "get in, loser! We're going shopping!" I instantly feel relieved to see him. A smile spreads across my face.

I threw my head back and laughed before I jumped in the passenger seat. "Stealing lines from Mean Girls, I see."

"More like, they stole it from me." The red Audi convertible roars to life and we sped off. "So what were you doing at Jesse's house?"

"Wait, what? You know who he is?" I looked at him with wonder, curiosity, and amusement all combined.

He glances at me with a toothy grin. "You look cute when you're clueless."

I blushed at his compliment but I quickly brushed it off. "How'd you know him?"

"I used to play ball," he simply says, concentrated on the road.

"You quit?"

"Yeah, kinda had to." I ask why. "I have an internship at New York Times. It's sorta an advantage being the son of the dude whose in charge of it."

I nod, understating each syllable that came out of his mouth. "So... How're you? Didn't really see you around." I pulled my dress down, trying to cover myself, which was useless because the dress was made super short.

"Uh, like I said... Internship thing. And, other than that, just catching up with Riverdale on Netflix."

"What?! Really," I shout in shock. "I love that show! Including 13 reasons why!"

"I don't know about that one." I give him a confused look. "It's pretty depressing... And Hannah Baker's dad was Shrek on Broadway."

I gasped then yelled, "what! Really?!" My reaction must've been really funny because we almost hit a tree due to Nate's uncontrollable laughter. I screamed, "watch it, ya dweeb!"

After calming down, he sighs with a smirk on his face. "So do you wanna hang? I do, actually, want to go shopping. I need undies."

I giggle. "Undies?" I raised a brow.

"Don't judge." He pouted. "I'll pick you up around three. You need to clean yourself up."

I scoff. "I still do look presentable." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"So you're willing to walk around the mall smelling like beer and looking like you just woke up," he asked as his eyes danced with humor.

"Shut up. I'll be ready by the time you come."

After taking a cold shower to wake myself up, I wrapped myself in a soft towel, shivering. I brushed my teeth as I danced to the tunes playing in the air. My Bluetooth doc, that is on my computer desk, is playing songs from my phone. I may be feeling cold but my inner self is enjoying this moment. After brushing, I bounced around my room in my damped towel.