Sometimes it's like someone took a knife baby
Edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley
Through the middle of my soul
Awolnation~I'm on fire
Chapter Seven
Bright
I woke up to some foul taste in my mouth and my head pounding through my skull. I am in the bathroom and thank God because I lean to the left in time to empty a bottle of patron from my stomach.
Trying to place what the fuck I did last night, I look around knowing my bathroom is not even remotely this nice. I look down and see I am in my white tank top and panties, nothing else, nipples on display and I am in Noah's bathroom.
Panic isn't the right word, but full blown anxiety is and the beehive in my chest is erratic and God damn nuts.
Images of last night come back in HiDef.The bald dick bouncer dude that insulted me, Noah comforting me as I cried, shots omg shots, a lot of them. Then I remember me placing a shot glass between my breasts and telling him to take it, which he did. He traced a pattern from behind my ear to the shot glass between my breasts, then sprinkled lime salt on the wet trail. Jesus he took the shot, his breath on my chest, shot it and licked that path back up to my ear.
Fuck he licks his lips and kisses me.
Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod! What did I do? I feel my stomach curl again and lean back over the toilet remembering with every violent lurch of my stomach, why I don't drink any more. Hangovers and bad,badchoices.
Wanna get drunk and make bad choices?
Fuck me, I wish I didn't remember.
The thought of not remembering brought a sadness I didn't expect and that made me puke harder.
Fuck me, I liked it…
I sat back from the toilet and pulled my hair back. Looking up I saw the door open slowly and tried to stop it with my foot and missed. "Jesus Noah! Do you have an aversion to knocking?"
He looks showered, clean and perfect dressed in black basketball shorts and no shirt and bare feet that somehow make him ten times sexier. I can smell his shampoo on his wet hair and that cologne he always wears. He is devastating, and I look like a hot fucking mess. "Calm down chucklehead, I thought you were still sleeping."
"I slept in here?" I ask and lean my head back to try and stop the hammer in my head from pounding.
He squats down in front of me and nods before handing me some pills and an orangeGatorade. "Yeah. I take it you can't remember last night?"
I look up and take the Aspirin he is handing me and swallow them. The Gatorade is perfect and cold, not too sweet. "Thank you."
He nods but stays squatting in front of me. "And no, I can't remember much… some though. We didn't…?"
"No, your virtue is intact. I like my girls dirty and raw, comatose isn't really my thing."
"I didn't mean it like that." I say and sit back groaning from the hell in my head.
"I know." He says and scoops me up in his arms.
"What are you doing?" I ask as he carries me through the bathroom door and sets me on his bed. His room says a lot about him and his style. Various pictures of bands, a lot of Alice in Chains, some gold records and a butt load of snowboard and skateboard stickers and various sports. His bedding though, is a Ouija board and I find it kinda creepy, kinda cool.
But totally him.
"I am letting you lay down obviously."
"I can go to my bed Noah. I know you're busy."
"Do I look busy?" He asks and lays next to me, pulling me until I am rested on his chest. "Besides the bus is gonna start moving again in about thirty minutes so I want ya close if you get sick again."
