Getting screamed at first thing in the morning is bad enough as it is especially if you have a hangover but, getting kicked out of your own bed is worse.
“What the hell?!” I exclaimed; standing up.
“What did you do to me?!” she screamed. Welll, she was more of accusing me.
Damn, I forgot Blondie’s here.
“I didn’t do anything to you, okay? Relax…” I yawned.
“Explain then! Why am I in your room? And why am I only wearing your shirt? Did you rape me?!”
“What?! No! I brought you here last night after the party. You were so drunk; I didn't know where to drop you off.” Is she serious? She thinks I’m a rapist? I’m Mason Carter! Girls are throwing themselves at me, literally.
“What?” she looked confused.
“Calm down and I’ll explain everything.” She took a deep breath and nodded.
Cautiously, I sat at the edge of my bed.
Damn! Blondie’s got some moves.
I keenly watched the girl I dared do a strip dance in front of everyone. I gave her that dare coz I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t do it. She looked like one of the types of the badass chick on the outside but a total girly-girl on the inside.
So I was surprised when she did the dare I asked her to do. She’s currently in the middle of taking her shirt off and the crowd started to chant ‘take it off’.
I joined in their cheer and finally she took her shirt off.
Not bad, Blondie.
My eyes widened as she got down from the table and headed towards me. She then started to dance in front of me.
I stood in my spot while I watched her take her pants off too. I could tell she’s already drunk.
When the song came to and end, the crowd cheered her on and she bowed to them like a proud performer.
I watched James covered her body with a blanket and took her out of the kitchen.
“Damn! Blondie’s hot! And that British accent is a turn on!” Tyler exclaimed.
We exited the kitchen and walked back to the living room. “You’re lucky to have her as your partner in Health, you could put moves on her.” he continued.
“I know, but Blondie and I don't get along very well, I don't think there's going to be any relationship between us besides the platonic one. Probably enemies, that's for sure. That girl hates me. Plus, she's not my type and that accent? Annoying.”
“Hey, don't be so sure of yourself there Mason, you'll never know how things turn out. Take me and Jessica for example. Who would've thought we'd end up together. We're total opposites, and if I may add you were pretty enjoying yourself when she danced in front of you.”
“What can I say? I’m a guy Tyler. Trust me, Blondie and Me? Not going to happen. Besides, you know how I feel about having relationships, it’s messy. Girls are clingy and demanding.”
“Maybe you just haven’t found your match yet.” he said.
“I don’t have a match Tyler; you’re probably drunk to say all of this girl bullshit stuff.” I said.
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