Brielle

eighteen

GRAYSON

Something moves from beside me as a phone starts ringing, waking me up.

My head starts pounding as I open my eyes, reminding me to never drink alcohol again. And besides I didn't even fucking drink that much so I don't know why I've got a fucking banging headache.

Bee is stood in her bedroom in a pair of shorts and a top, meanwhile I'm in the suit I was wearing last night.

Dammit, I think last night was the best sleep I ever had.

Why the fuck can she change outfit but I can't?

She looks at me, pressing accept on the phone call as I hear someone practically shouting from over the other side of the phone.

"Nona!" Bee says, raising her arms in the air as she shakes her head. She's doing one of those mum things.

"Jo, nuk kam fjetur me burra të moshuar. Kush mendoni se jam unë?" I groan, what the fuck is she saying?

And how did I end up in Bee's bed? In her house? I know I practically live there, but after making out with her in the bathroom I can barely remember anything.

"Grayson është mirë," She mutters, sending me one look as my head props up.

I narrow my eyes, they're talking about me. My lips hurt.

Bee pauses for a second as I watch her place a hand on her hip, leaning her body onto one side as she nods silently to whatever her grandma is saying.

She throws her head back, pinching the bridge of her nose as if she's annoyed. I watch in amusement.

"Më duhet të falsifikoj një udhëtim në New York për të hënën, por kaq," I'm guessing seeing as I hear the words New York, she's talking about the trip over to the city this upcoming Monday- aka tomorrow.

But first I have to think about the hockey match, tomorrow night. And Brielle is going to be there, it makes my lips turn up in a smile.

I don't even know what the fuck we're doing in New York, I just let Bee do all the responsible people stuff.

But suddenly Bee freezes and her mouth drops. She starts waving her hands around like she's panicking, my eyebrows furrow.

"Come again?" Bee asks into the phone, which she is holding very tightly.

Her fists clench at her sides before she turns away to the wardrobe, frantically ripping out clothes and chucking them on the floor.

I sit up, watching her continue the weird attack on her wardrobe, what did it ever do to her?

Bee ends the call, before throwing her arm back and chucking the phone behind her.

It makes a smack noise once it reaches my face- correction, my eye.

Bee gasps from in front of me as I groan, holding the skin under my eye which her phone just hit.

She spins around quickly, her eyes widening even more as she takes steps towards me.

"Holy shit, I'm so sorry!" Bee gasps, moving the hand that's pressed against my eye, to inspect it herself.