Chapter Four - I'm Pretty Sure It Ruled

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I heard a crash of cans er something. My head was pounding, shrugging off whatever happened because I was in too much pain I snuggled closer to the warmth of my pillow. It smelt like alcohol.

Not caring, I dozed back off.

And then someone kicked me. I groaned in pain rolling over, towards my pillow. But then I noticed that my pillow groaned too. My eyes snapped open and I jumped back.

Oh my god! Oh my god!

My  pillow wasn’t actually a pillow… It was none other than Phil Wenneck. I looked down on myself to see that I was in only his black shirt and my panties… great. Then we probably did the deed.

He still hadn’t noticed me. I didn’t even care anymore if he did, my head hurt too bad. I then massaged my temples with my fingers.

“Control yourself.” Phil groaned out, looking at Alan who had infact kicked us from running, and he also didn’t have any pants on, “God damn will you put on some pants?”

“Phil, Gem Stone do not go in that bathroom!” Alan exclaimed, making my head pound more.

“Alan just calm down.” Phil said holding a hand out, “And Gem Stone? You mean Ruby? Where is she-”

And then Phil saw me.. In nothing but his shirt from last night. I smiled shyly as I continued to massage my head. Oh.. It hurt so bad. Phil looked me over and then looked down on himself to see that he was shirtless and in his pants from last night, but they were unbuckled and you could see his boxers..

 Then he smirked slightly like he had won a prize.

“Is that my shirt?” Phil asked me with a smirk, “Are naked under my shirt?”

I rolled my eyes, “No perv, I have underwear on too.”

“Besides that?”

“Yes.” I mumbled laying my head back down.

“There is a tiger in the bathroom!” Alan screamed pointing at the bathroom. I rolled my eyes, he must still be drunk. All I know is I have the worst hangover and have no memory of last night.. Great.

“What’s going on?” I heard Stu ask from somewhere slowly.

“There is a jungle cat in the bathroom!” Alan said yet again.

He’s crazy… He has to be.

Phil stood up slowly, swaying as he did, “O-okay, okay, I’ll check it out, I’ll check it out.”

I then tried to stand up as well, getting on my knees. But then as soon as I did, my head pounded even more. I groaned as my body swayed and I fell back down.

Fantastic.

I looked up to see Phil slowly move to the bathroom door. And once he was there he opened it and peeked inside. I could hear a roar? Coming from in there, he then slammed the door shut. Ow, my head..

Phil laughed as he turned around and faced us.

“Holy fuck! He’s not kidding, there’s a tiger in there!” Phil exclaimed cracking up as he pointed to the bathroom door.

“No there isn’t.” I heard Stu say.

“Yeah!” Alan yelled, “It’s big, it’s gigantic!”

I then looked up at Phil, “I need help…”

Phil looked down at me and grinned a goofy grin before grabbing my arms and lifting me up and into his chest to steady me. I groaned, the room was spinning, the room was spinning.

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