The Wrong Girl

Chapter Four

I woke up to lights streaming in from the window, and birds chirping loudly. I opened my eyes to see that I wasn't home. I was in a king sized bed with a navy blue comforter. In a boys room!

I couldn't remember what happened last night, but I prayed that I didn't have sex with anyone. I walked into the hallway and found a bathroom. After flattening down my hair and washing off yesterdays makeup, I realized I was wearing an oversized t-shirt. And underwear. No pants.

Not a great sign.

I followed very subtle noises until it lead me to the kitchen.

Grayson was standing there cooking.

Thank god it's just him.

"You're awake" Grayson said, acknowleding me.

"Yeah" I rubbed my aching head, "What the hell happened last night?"

"You don't remember?" He asked, looking at me strangely.

"Only bits and pieces" I asked, thinking hard. More and more was coming back to me as I concentrated, "Please tell me we didn't have sex"

He shot me a look that said "are you fucking crazy?" and then shook his head vigorously. I relaxed a little bit.

"You got really drunk" He said bluntly.

"Duh" I rolled my eyes. I felt majorly hung over, so I was well aware of that fact.

I never get drunk. I go to parties and I drink and I get tipsy, but I've never been drunk before last night. And I've certainly never been that drunk ever.

I groaned into my hands. Then, something popped into my memory. Me, leaning in towards Grayson, and him moving away last minute.

"Holy shit, did I really try to kiss you?" I asked.

Grayson stiffened up, then relaxed again a second later. I took that as a yes.

God, I'm such an idiot when I'm drunk.

"I'm so sorry" I groaned, "I'll never drink that much again, I promise"

"It's fine" He said, in an uncharacterisitically blank voice, "We all do things we don't mean when we're drunk and upset"

I smiled at him.

"And" He continued lightly, "I did get to see you with your top off twice last night, so I'm a pretty happy guy"

"Shut up!" I laughed, swatting him on the arm.

Grayson finished cooking breakfast, and then put some eggs, bacon, and toast on a plate for me. He took the seat across from mine, slipping me a glass of water and advil. I thanked him, hoping my headache would subside soon.

"Shit!" I shouted, suddenly remembering that my mom was home last night, and will have noticed I didn't come home.

"What?" Grayson jumped, alarmed, "What's wrong?"

"I never told my mom I wasn't coming home" I said, worried.

"I told Chloe to tell your mom you were sleeping over her place" Grayson shrugged, "You fell asleep in my car and I couldn't wake you up, and I didn't wanna bring you home like that"

"You're the best, Gray" I grinned at him.

"Yeah yeah" He rolled his eyes, but I saw him smile a little bit too.

We ate breakfast in a peaceful silence, and when we were done, the front door opened. And someone came walking right into the kitchen.

"Grayson" The tall man with a stern face said, cold eyes flickering over to me, "I didn't know we had company"