Finding Eve

Chapter 3: Fitting Right In

@harshita250 & ty for this cover as well. You are an angel

♕ Eve ♕

I awoke feeling like I had slept for days, my body built into the mattress like I hadn't moved a muscle all night. Before even opening my eyes, I could feel my head pulsing, the headache making me regret every shot I took last night.

I didn't remember much from last night. Everything was a little fuzzy after I walked away from Mr.I-still-don't-know. I didn't really mind the memory loss though. My jacket and purse were on my nightstand, my shoes on the floor beside it, and other than that I was fully dressed, so I was guessing the night went smoothly. And judging by my hangover from hell, I had a blast.

My light was suddenly flicked on, burning my squinted eyes, and a very, very loud voice popped up next to me, interrupting my train of thoughts.

"One aspirin or two?"

I groaned and pulled my pillow over my head. From that position, my head on the sheet, I could almost smell something... something I couldn't quite name. It was like a man's cologne, but I couldn't tell where I recognized it from. "Just let me die," I complained. Kate giggled and snapped my curtains open.

"NO!" I yelled as I covered my body, immediately forgetting about the smell.

"You have your first class in an hour," Kate reminded me. I sighed but I knew that I had to get up.

"I'll take two please, thanks." After Kate left, I reached for my phone on my nightstand but ended up rolling out of bed and falling right onto the floor, the impact making my brain shake. What a great start to my morning.

I decided to leave the phone and instead lazily stood up with my blanket still wrapped around me. My feet pounded over to my unpacked suitcase, and I grabbed a random outfit and sulked over to the bathroom, shedding blankets as I walked.

When I reached the bathroom, I quickly started the shower, eager to soothe this curse called a hangover. My gross clothes from last night dropped to the tile floor and my feet actually felt free. I dragged myself into the shower and sighed as I felt the warm water wash over my grimy skin and makeup-covered face.

Hearing Kate calling me from the kitchen, I quickly started tossing my clothes on: light-blue jean shorts, a crimson top, and short, brown combat boots. I applied some makeup and then glanced at myself again, wearing neutral eyeshadow, dark lipstick, and my curls left wild-- as they were impossible to tame. Just as I put my makeup away, I heard my phone ringing in the other room and quickly ran to get it, thinking it may have been my sister. But it was an unknown number that showed. "Hello?"

"Hey, Not-Evelyn. I'm getting a coffee right now, would you like one?" A male voice said, sleepy, followed by a yawn.

"Drake? How'd you get my number?"

I could almost feel him rolling his eyes. "You gave it to me last night, at the club? In case something happened? Actually, your exact drunken words were 'in case he finds me'."

I squeezed my eyes shut as I scolded by drunken self. "I'd actually love a coffee, thank you." I said softly.

"EVE!" Kate yelled again.

I heard Drake laughing at that, and he muttered a small, "Tell Kitty I said hi" then hung up. I quickly grabbed my shoulder bag and jogged so I wouldn't upset Kate. I found Kate standing by the door tapping her foot.