Ivy

My eyes pulled open slowly as I tried to figure out where I was... My body felt sore all over, there was also this insane numbness in my throat and tongue. I tried to sit up but my head felt too heavy.

Finally, my eyes recognized the four walls of my room.

"Oh God." I muttered rubbing my head. Was this the after effects of drinking too much? Damn, how do people manage this? They get drunk all the time and shrug it off like it was another hang over thing... But this is hell.

My vision was really blurry.

I threw the covers off of me, as I stood up slowly, it felt like the room stood up with me. I slipped my bare feet into my bed room flipflop, padding my way to my bathroom.

After picking up my toothbrush, I moved to stand in front of my mirror. When my eyes met my blurry reflection, they widened. I had dark circles around my eyes, it actually made me look like SpongeBob when he lacked sleep. My fingers traced the dark circle line on my face.

"I'm never getting drunk. Again." I muttered.

After getting ready for school, I felt a little bit better, as I rushed downstairs; and by rushed, I meant, I dragged myself down the rolarcoster stairs, trying my best not to slip off the staircase.

Soon after, I found myself in my kitchen. I could smell bacon.

I thought the parents travelled?

I made my way further into the kitchen to see who was busy with my kitchen. I thought I told mom not to hire a maid? Why doesn't she think that I'm capable of handling myself?

On seeing the person, My eyes widened... It was a guy... In my house... A guy... With a nice broad shoulders... Did I say a guy?!... Yeah... A guy was in my kitchen...

He turned.

Okay, why on earth is a very-very-very good looking guy making bacon in my kitchen?

"Morning Ivy." He grinned. "You look like shit." He said, dropping a plate of bacon on the kitchen table.

"Who are you?" I had to ask. My Dad couldn't have hired a student body guard for me... Could he?

No.

He scrunched his brows. "You can't remember me?" He asked.

"No... I- can't- your face doesn't ring any bells." I muttered. "And even if I did know you, I'd never ever forget your face... Cause it's really- good looking."

Way to go Ivy.

He Chuckled. "My name is Ethan... We met at Kyle's party last night?" He said.

I nodded, still not recalling anything from last night. "Ethan... Okay? Why are you in my house? I mean- did you bring me home or something?"

"Yeah. You passed out and threw up on my shirt, so I borrowed one of your Dad's, I found it in the laundry room. I hope you don't mind."

"No I don't." I said in a rush. "Uh... Sorry for throwing up on your shirt, I honestly can't remember anything from last night." I said, feeling my eyes go heavy.

"Oh, it happens... Hang over can kick ass." He smiled.

I nodded, as my eyelids threatened to drop close.

"Are you okay?" He asked me. But his voice was a little distant. "Ivy? Ivy?"

His voice sounded miles away from me.

"Ivy? Wake up! Ivy! Ivy?"

Finally, I got swapped into this blinding darkness.

"Ivy? Wake up... We're gonna be late for school.. Ivy?"

His voice was a little clearer now, as my eyes began to pull open. I groaned softly. What kind of a dream is that? That was weird... Why is everything weird?

"Hey." His voice was softer and I felt his hand on my shoulder.

When my eyes finally opened, Trevor's Emerald green eyes stared back at me with concern.

"Are you fully awake now? Or should I sprinkle water on your face?" He asked.

I could hear the amusement in his voice.

Groaning, I tried to sit up as my hands moved to rub a somewhat sore spot on my neck. "What happened?" I asked him.

"What do you mean?" He asked, looking at me cautiously.

I blinked several times to clear up my vision. "Oh, my eyes burn like hell." I muttered.

"Really? Why is that?" He asked, sitting beside me on my bed.

"I don't know. What time is it?"

"6:55." He answered. "It's morning."

"Oh." I said.

Trevor stood up... "You can't remember anything from yesterday?" He asked.

"Uh... Everything is still foggy... I never want to take alcohol ever again." I muttered, rubbing my head. "Hang over sucks." I said. "And I had the weirdest dream ever."

"Yeah? how weird?" He asked.

"I didn't know who you were and your name was Ethan." I muttered. "Weird right?"

He paused, his eyes searched mine like he was trying to figure me out or something.

"What?" I asked him.

"Nothing... You should get ready..." He said, getting to his feet and moving to the door.

"Hold up." I said, pulling the covers off of me, like I did in my dream. I slipped my feet into my bedroom flipflop as I padded my way to him. "About last night at Kyle's party, I'm so sorry. Those things I said to you-"

"Ivy, you apologized already." He said.

I was taken aback by that. "What? I didn't... I told you to take me home-"

"Ivy, it's okay..." He said.

"Really?"

"Yeah." he smiled, something flashing through his eyes as he moved closer to me.

My heart skipped a beat as his Cologne hit my nostrils. Suddenly, the familiar warmth I felt the other day in our kitchen when he held my wrist, engulfed me... This time, it was so unexpected that it made me give a small gasp.

His fingers moved to graze my jaw untill they reached a sore spot on my neck. He wasn't looking at me but where his hands were busy exploring. "Does it hurt?" He asked softly, hot eyes landing on mine.

It actually felt numb and sore but it wasn't that bad. I wonder what happened to me there? Maybe a bug bit me there or whatever. I honestly couldn't concentrate. Our closeness was sending my brain into oblivion.

The warmth making me want to close the distance between our bodies. What is this?

"I can kiss it and make it better, only if you'll let me." He whispered, his thumb stroking the numb spot on my next, sending shivers down my spine.

Heat crept their way to both my cheeks. "Sure, only if you want to." I whispered back.

He leaned in.

My eyes automatically flipped shot when his hot breath reached my neck, followed my his soft lips.

If my heart was hammering hard against my chest before? Then now, it was actually thumping like a sledgehammer against my chest, threatening to rid me of everything called my senses.

When he pulled back, his eyes met mine. "I'm sorry." He said. Guilt was written all over his face.

"Sorry? For what?" I asked, confused... Was he apologizing for what happened just now? Nothing happened. At least, nothing too important.

"For everything." He said.

"Everything?" I asked, still not understanding him.

"Yeah." He took two steps back, gulping down "You need to get ready."

All I did was stare. Wondering what his apology meant.

He turned to leave but stopped. "Oh," he said, slipping his hands down his pocket, as he brought out a small package with a colourless pill in it. "I almost forgot." He said. "Here." He handed the pill to me.

"What is this for?" I asked, raising it up to my eye level.

He scratched his neck. "It's for sound mind. It'll help you with the fogginess."

My eyes popped wide open. "You got me pill coke?" I asked whispering the last two words.

He scrunched his brows. "Pill coke? What the hell is-" he stopped as realization dawned on his features. "Oh my God... You mean-" He gave a rich beautiful laugh. "It's not pill coke it's just a drug to keep you alert."

"Oh, in that case... Thanks." I said. "Where did you get it anyway?" I asked him.

"It's from my Inc."

"You guys make drugs too?"

"Different kinds for different situations." He smiled. "Now, have that and get ready, I'll make us Bacon."

His hand held the handle on my door.

"Wait- did you just say Bacon?"

"Yeah? Why?" He asked.

"Ethan made Bacon for me in my dream... How weird is that?" I said.

"Very." He muttered with a smile as he walked out.

Time to get ready. ICHS awaits.

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