I woke up, sun shining onto my bare legs as it sent chills down my spine with a warm sensation. And then, bam.
Just like that, the most head pounding sensation hit me. Possibly the worst headache ever to dawn onto me. The ones that made you want to stay in the dark for hours with plenty of Advil and fast food.
Yup, those. But much worst. Then it all dawned on me.
I, Elise Carson, went to a party last night.
For some odd reason, that happened to be the only part I remembered. I didn't remember anything that happened in it, or afterwards, let alone how I ended up in my bed.
I ripped the covers off of my head as I looked at the alarm clock next to me.
1:12 P.M.
Holy shit, have I been asleep for that long? Luckily I had no school today, but it was so unlike me to sleep in for this long.
With a groan I closed my eyes and rolled over to the other side of the bed, and that's when I heard a chuckle.
My eyelids opened immediately as my eyes darted to the tall figure that stood against my door frame. Without letting my eyes adjust to see who it was, I screamed.
Kicking the duvet off of me as I backed up until falling off the other end of the bed, legs in the air as the back of my head landed on the hard wooden floor.
Maybe this place wasn't far from being my home.
I continued to groan as it only made my headache worst. More laughter came from the same person, and that's when I realized it was Tucker.
Of fucking course.
He walked over to see me, with a smirk.
"What the hell are you doing in my room?" I questioned, continuing to lay on the floor because as much as it hurt to fall onto, the cool floor helped in a way.
"I just came to check if you were awake yet." He smirked, arms folded.
"I am now." I replied sarcastically.
"Yeah, and you were cuter when you were asleep, especially since you didn't talk." He responded.
I grabbed a pillow next to me that fell as well, and threw it at him, but he caught it. "Jerk."
"Someone's feisty today." He winks, putting the pillow down and folding his arms. "I like."
I rolled my eyes standing up from the floor, stumbling a little bit as Tucker looked ready to catch me if I fell.
"Where are you going?" He questioned.
"To go and talk to Susan, is that a problem as well?" I replied sarcastically.
"She's at work."
Wait...
If she's at work, that means it's just Tucker and I...
"So, it's just us?" I questioned, not really wanting to hear the answer.
He smirked. "Well, is that a problem?"
Yes.
"No." I lie.
He was shirtless with a pair of basketball shorts on, I couldn't help but to stare at his beautiful figure. His chiseled figure left me blushing.
As I looked down I couldn't help but to realize my sweater was off. I was left a with a small tank and a pair of black shorts.
And when I looked up I couldn't help but to find him staring. I quickly crossed my arms over my chest, feeling uncomfortable in a way.
"Right." He started. "I'll be downstairs."
He walks out of the room after a couple of seconds, and that's when I walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower.
As I let it warm up, I realized something.
Tucker, was making me feel weird...
In a good way, I guess.
I use to completely hate his presence, but now, it's like...
God, stop talking about it. He doesn't like you, at all. Stop acting like a complete fan girl.
He's a player, and you're...
No one.
With a sigh, I undressed and stepped under the warm water. My headache somehow felt some relief from it.
I continued to wash my body, hair and everything before stepping out, grabbing a white towel that was hanging up.
I wrapped it around my body. I looked into the mirror as I brushed through my long, blonde hair before blow drying it and putting it up in a messy bun. I didn't really feel like messing with it today. I brushed my teeth.
That's when the headache proceeded to get worst. I opened the mirror cabinet above the sink to find nothing.
I really needed some Advil.
Without changing, I walked out of my room in my towel and downstairs, in search of some medicine.
I looked around and saw no one. I continued into the kitchen as I stood up on my tippy-toes to open some cabinets above my head.
Being 5'1" didn't help the situation either.
After checking 6 cabinets, I found nothing. There was only one more cabinet to open, and it was much higher then the others.
That's when the front door opened and in came two figures.
Shit.