Brielle

seven

BRIELLE

I think I fell asleep.

Well I know I fell asleep after Grayson practically dragged me back inside the 'warehouse' and made me stay on some sofa the entire time.

He didn't let me move.

Simply because he kept going on about drunk men who would try take advantage of me, and how dangerous it was. Ignoring my arguments that I can actually look after myself.

And now I'm wondering how the hell I got back into my bed, in my house.

The clock besides me reads 8:14am and I groan. It was really fucking hard to sleep on a sofa while loud music was playing, so I was hoping I'd be able to have some kind of lay in.

But no, my body decides to wake me up at fucking eight, and not even eight thirty.

I pull my phone out of the plug- that I didn't plug in by the way.

Messages flood through from my nona, and one from Ben which is telling me that the bathroom is his and Grayson's this morning as apparently they both need showers.

A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do dickface, if I need the bathroom I'm going to fucking use the bathroom.

No excuses.

Half an hour flies by as I scroll through tiktok, also opening the several snapchats Leo sent me last night which refers to him being rejected by a girl from another school.

Just opening his snaps took up about fifteen minutes, and that was skipping the ones where he just waffles about something completely off the subject.

It turns nine and I roll out of bed, nearly tripping over the pair of shoes in the process.

Someone took off my shoes.

Luckily I have socks on, or I would of thrown a fit. I hate feet with every bone in my body, they gross me out.

But the pair of jeans and knitted jumper are still on my body as I stand up.

How the hell did I sleep with jeans on? They're the most uncomfortable things ever to sleep in.

My hair looks like a rats tale, but it's fine, everyone is at school so I can have a peaceful stay at home day. A face mask, do my nails, put on a hair mask, etc.

I walk through the hallway, entering the kitchen. The lights are still on, weird.

Ben's OCD has gotten so bad, if no one is at the house he has to turn off every light and shut every door possible.

"You're finally awake," A voice calls out of nowhere, scaring the shit out of me.

I jump, a weird noise escaping my mouth as I fall backwards- scared shitless. I was not expecting someone to be home right now.

"Holy shit!" I gasp holding onto my chest, trying my hardest to calm down my breathing.

Grayson appears in front of me, holding his hand over his mouth as he muffles a laugh. I roll my eyes back at him, dick.

"What?" I scowl, crossing my arms over my stomach as I glare at the trying not to laugh brunette in front of me. It's not working, obviously.

"Nothing. It was just funny," He shrugs, moving a book across the surface of the counter as he steps closer to me.

"You okay though?" Grayson asks, furrowing his eyebrows as he takes in my appearance.

I look down at my body, my jeans are ruffled and my jumper is all crumpled. Along with the fact my hair is all over the place.