I leaned on the sink and peered into the mirror. I stroked my hair, trying to flatten it back into place. My mascara had run and my eyeliner was smudged. My eyes were bloodshot and my skin looked dull. I was a mess. Earlier that morning I had woken up in an unfamiliar bath in an unfamiliar room in an unfamiliar house. I slowly crept downstairs and was making my way towards the door when somebody grabbed my arm.
"What the...?"
"Hey there! I'm Jake!"
"Uh right, Clarissa."
"No, really."
When Jake realised I wasn't joking about my name he quickly changed the subject.
"So, you crashed out in my bath."
"Yeah looks like it."
I wasn't meaning to be rude, but I was really hungover and couldnt be bothered with him at that moment in time. I just wanted to go home. After a couple of minutes of awkward silence I decided that enough was enough.
"So can I go now or are you going to hold me hostage?"
"Well now there is an idea!"
"Pervert."
I glared at him and started to walk towards the door.
"Hey wait! Don't you want your stuff?"
"My stuff...?"
I was trying to remember what I had brought out with me the night before when Jake gave me my brown handbag. I checked inside. Everything was in there; phone, purse, camera, fags, makeup. He hadn't stolen anything.
"I haven't stolen anything!"
For a second he looked really offended, but he soon lightened up.
"Would you like a cup of tea? I heard that green tea is really good for headaches."
Oh s**t. How was I meant to turn him down now. After all, he had looked after my stuff.
"Yeah, but only a quick one."
"I'm a fast tea maker!"
He led me into the lounge and I sat down on his sofa. I could hear him in the kitchen, the kettle boiling and the clink of china.
I pulled my phone out of my bag and texted Mary.
WTH happened last nite?
I instantly got a reply.
We both got drunk. I went home. U collapsed in a bath.
Oh thanks for caring Mary! Mary was my best friend. She was two years older than me and was absolutely fabulous! As she was 18, she could get me into clubs and bars and buy me alcohol. My parents were always angry when i got home drunk but I didn't care. It was my life!
"Here we go."
Jake walked in carrying a tray with two mugs of tea and a plate of chocolate cookies. Did he know they were my favourite?
"Thanks."
I smiled up at him. He wasn't what I would normally call attractive, but there was something about him, something that made my insides do flips.
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