Chapter 24: Distorted Memory

Leila's POV

Light poured through the open drapes hung loosely before the window, barely concealing the streaks that blinded me as I flickered my eyes open. However, sunlight was the least of my problems. First, I wondered to myself how I got in this bed in the first place, second; I expected to have a more horrible hangover than this, but.

Well. . .this was nothing compared to the hangovers I've had in high school. I cradled my pounding head in my hand and sat upright. The events of last night flashed through my mind like a distorted black and white movie and I could vaguely remember playing beer pong with a guy.

And then dancing, but after that, my memories are pretty much blank. Maybe they'll start flooding in slowly, later.

I outstretched my hand towards my nightstand to turn the lamp off and momentarily my eyes fell onto the sleeve of the shirt I was wearing. I frowned deeply and lowered my gaze to my outfit, and then a squeal escaped my lips when I realized whose shirt it was.

Why was I wearing Blake's shirt!? Oh my god, did I go into his closet? Or worse. . .did something happen between us last night? No, no I would never do that, could I? Nah.

Still shaken up and confused, I retrieved my phone from the nightstand and turned it on.

38 Miss calls from Midget??

42 Miss calls from Sam Pucket?✨

I decided to call the girls to let them know that I was okay, and before I could protest they decided on their own that they would come over in a while. In defeat, I hung up the phone and decided to take a bath since I reeked of alcohol.

I stumbled into the bathroom and immediately peeled off Blake's shirt. Even though I could clearly smell the alcohol on myself, Blake's cologne overpowered the smell and I found myself inhaling into the shirt deeply-no creepily.

I seriously need to get my head on straight.

I stepped into the shower and almost immediately my eyes fell onto the bottle of vanilla-scented shampoo sitting on the rack. I picked it up, expecting it to just be an empty bottle but I soon realized that it was full.

"He actually bought it back," I mumbled softly, smiling to myself at the thought of Blake walking down a drug store or hair store purchasing vanilla-scented shampoo. That must have looked very manly.

After showering I wrapped my damp hair in a towel and sauntered back into the room. I wanted to wear something comfy, as much as I hated to admit it Blake's shirt was so big and comfy, I had no oversized t-shirts and I've already worn all my sweatpants sulking around the room in the past week and I haven't done laundry yet.

Blake wouldn't mind me wearing one of his sweatshirts right?

I mean the man has plenty, some even still have tags on it.

Nah he wouldn't mind.

I slipped on a pair of shorts and pulled Blake's sweater over my head. After dressing and drying my hair with little to no effort, I made my way into the kitchen, hopeful that there was anything edible in there.

I sauntered towards the fridge and immediately my eyes caught sight of the sticky note on it. I pulled it to my eyes and chuckled softly as I read;

If your headache hasn't gone yet I left you more aspirin. Also, I made pancakes (mainly for myself) but I left you some. I also left you the rest of the juice, I didn't drink all because I was afraid you'd send another plate after me. I'll be back soon, had to run some errands. And I'm sorry In advance...

Your Master,

Blake Kingston

So he really was the one who took care of me last night? I mean he did say he left me more aspirin which could mean he gave me some last night and obviously he knew I was drunk. Maybe I stumbled in drunk last night. Oh god, I hope I didn't embarrass myself.

There was a sharp knock at the door, followed by a few more irritating raps and I marched back into the room and flung the door open. Midge and Sam barged in, not bothering to ask if they could come in. But weirdly enough they both tugged me into their arms, hugging me tightly against them.

"Uhm guys? What the hell are you doing?"

"We were so worried about you! When we didn't find you at the party we came back to your room to look for you but Professor Kingston said you were sleeping and ugh we felt so guilty because we let all this shit happen to you a-"

"Okay first of all I need some coffee and second of all what the hell are you babbling about?" I inquired as I stumbled back into the kitchen. "D-don't you remember anything that happened, between you and that guy a-and your boyfriend saw?"

I halted in my footsteps and turned towards them both, my brows arched upwards questionably, "excuse me? My what? And between me and who?"

"Leila! Get your shit together! You kissed that guy at the party last night and Reese saw! Literally, we were coming to your aid after he stormed away but then when we got to where you were, you were gone!"

I've always had that feeling where it felt as if my heart had dropped down to my toes or my stomach sank into my body, preventing me from breathing. Well, that's exactly what I felt at that moment as I stared wide-eyed at my friends.

A while ago I was hoping my memories of last night would come back, and as those words escaped Sam's mouth, they indeed came back. And I remember that guy kissing me and seeing Reese's face as he towered over me.

. . .then Blake's.

But the last thing I remembered was him tugging me out of the house, and all the rest were still a blur.

Before I could reply there was another knock at the door and I groaned deeply as I sauntered out of the kitchen, hopeful that the person would just go away. When I got to the door, I decided to look through the peephole, in case it was someone not worthy of opening the door for, that way I could just ignore the knocking.

But then a familiar face peeked through the hole and once again my stomach caved in. Hesitantly I twisted the doorknob and opened the door slowly. If what Midge and Sam said was true, there could only be one reason why he was here.

"Reese."