“Yesterday was fucked, you know that.” I heard Bathroom Guy sigh. I needed out of this room. “I must have had more to drink than I thought,” he added quietly. “You know what those parties are like, the cups have more alcohol than soda.”
“Yeah, but still, you shouldn’t be drinking the night before.”
Even under the sheet, I could feel the unspoken tension between the two of them, and I was now rigid, waiting for the fallout. The other chuckled softly in what I think was his attempt to lighten the mood before he changed the subject. “So, who’s blondie?” he asked casually. “You do know who it is?”
Which confirmed that they couldn’t see me, which was great, I thought as relief washed over me. However, it was clear the asshole I slept with didn’t know who I was any more than I knew him. The bright side of this was that I may still get out of this unscathed. Well, apart from the damage to my dignity, but if itmeant I could avoid a face-to-face confrontation this morning, I was okay to deal with my dignity later.
“Fuck knows, some girl,” my sleeping partner answered casually. “Not sure I could pick her out of a lineup.”
I could almosthearhis shrug.Asshole. He obviously did this a lot, and that realization made me feel worse.
“You really were wasted. Was that wise? Damn it, how are you standing right now?” Again, the amusement leaked through the reprimand, and I also would’ve liked to know how he had no hangover. Reprimand Guy spoke again. “What do we do with her? We’re going to be late, and we can’t be late today.” He was now sounding less amused and more frustrated.
Welcome to my morning.
“Fuck.” I heard the footsteps approach and forced myself not to cower. “Girl?” the guy snapped at me. I lay immobile, forcing my breathing to be calm and steady, which would be funny if the rest of my body hadn’t been drenched in nervous sweat.
Could this be any worse? I will never ever drink again. Please don’t make him pull the sheet back. My stomach churned, and my eyes opened in horror.No.My mouth flooded with saliva.Please no.My stomach roiled again, and I had no choice but to bolt upright and shove pastwhoeveras I launched myself at his bathroom and hurled up the contents of my stomach.
“Fuck, that’s nasty,” I heard his friend mutter. “Fine ass though.”
Even over my retching, I could hear the guy’s answering grunt. “Fuck. I don’t have time for this shit,” he protested.
“We really don’t, you’re going to have to leave her here.”
“Shit.” I heard him swear again just as another wave of nausea hit me.
“Just lock up the goods and make sure all the used condoms are gone. She could be a crazy clinger looking for a meal ticket.”
I heard the bathroom door slam shut as I said another prayer to the porcelain throne my head was halfway down. Even as I threw up and clung to the toilet bowl, I heard them moving around in the bedroom. There also seemed to be more voices now. As my stomach tried to turn itself inside out, or what felt like it, I was very,veryconscious that I was stark naked. Tears from my violent gagging ran down my face, as did snot from my nose, and I could almosttastethe vomit in my nose.
Oh my God, I’m dying.
The door opened as another wave of sickness left my body.
“Ugh,Jesus.” I heard him hesitate. “There’s water by the bed, painkillers too, take them and leave. Donotuse my shower.” He hesitated. I could feel him behind me, and I was suddenly grateful that my head was hanging over his toilet so I didn’t have to look at him.
My head was on my arm, which was currently across the toilet bowl, my blonde hair a curtain around me, giving me some privacy as my body shuddered in aftershock of the violence of my vomiting. I tried to nod that I heard him, acknowledge his stern disgust that he wasn’t bothering to hide from me.
I could feel his eyes on me, and then I heard another curse as he seemed to make the decision that he had to leave me. With effort, I managed to lift my head and look up as I heard another heavy sigh. A mirror above me allowed me to catch a look at his side profile as he turned and stormed out of his bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.
Even with him gone, his presence lingered and as I crouched there, the image of him burned into my brain. Thick black hair with a clean, sharp jawline, and a nice straight nose. Even side-on, he was gorgeous. Nausea washed over me again, but not from my overindulgence in alcohol this time.
No.
It was because ofwhowas leaving me to throw up in his bathroom. I knewexactlywho he was, even if he didn’t know me.
The infamous quarterback for the Cardinal Saints, my college.
Possibly the most arrogant,dangerousguy I had ever met.
Jett Santo.Shit.
I knew who he was; the whole of Tennessee knew who he was. What I didn’t know was how I ended up in the same orbit as him, never mind his bed, and as I leaned over the toilet again, my focus shifted to getting out of here.
And him? Well, he didn’t know who I was, and since I had no intention of ever letting him find out, I could deal with this wholeexperiencelater. For now, I needed to stop vomiting, pick myself up off his bathroom floor, clean up, and leave without letting anyone see me.
Totally doable.
