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I blink several times, feeling like I’m sensitive to the entire world right now. I let out a low groan, the pounding in my head growing
to be ten times worse.
Is this a hangover? I mutter thetorically to myself, clutching the sides of my head. My eyes squint as they adjust to the brightness. I glance around, realising I’m still at Ivory’s house.
“Happy Birthday to me… I sing bluntly, massaging my sore temples. My thoughts turn back to last night.The party. Austin and Jake.
Jake.
It’s that exactly moment that I realise what I’ve done. My mouth falls open with shock and snap it shut again. “No, no way. What have I done?” I murmur, my head falling into my hands. Holy Mother of Jesus.
I told Jake my secret.
I climb out of bed quickly, glancing down at my outfit from last night. It’s crumpled up, clinging to my body unattractively. I pull at the material, grimacing from the way it feels against my skin.
Does Ivory know I spent the night at hers?
Did Jake bail on me last night?
There’s a soft knock on the door, snapping me out of my thoughts. I smooth down my clothes, tugging at my hair self–consciously.
“Come in,” I say out loud, clearing my throat. The door opens and Ivory pops her head around. Her auburn hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail, dark bags underneath her eyes.
hair.
A sign of a good night.
“Hey Emily, Ivory said softly, entering the room and closing the door behind her. I give her a small smile, running a hand through my
“Thanks for letting me crash here.” I mumble, staring at the floor instead of making eye contact,
“Don’t worry about it.” Ivory smiles.
“Good night?” I ask, feeling my muscles relax. Ivory laughed quietly, reaching up to rub her temples.
“Amazing night. I’m paying for it today though, I feel like I’ve been dragged through a rose bush backwards.” She groaned, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Her eyes meet with mine, flashing briefly with sympathy.
‘Jake mentioned you needed a place to crash, you’re welcome here anytime.”
My stomach churns uneasily as I try to figure out whether Ivory knows my secret or not, I try and not think of Jake telling Ivory every last detail I told him.
“Thank you. I appreciate it,” I respond tightly, disappointment washing over me,
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“Follow me. Ivory grins, stepping off the bed and heading for the door. I inhale deeply before following her close behind. The smell of warm pancakes and chocolate wafts through the air and my stomach rumbles loudly.
Huh, I guess it knows what it wants.
Ivory giggles, glancing at me from the side.
I grin back at her sheepishly, biting on my lower lip.
I guess I’m hungry.” I state obviously, causing Ivory to giggle further. We both head down the stairs that were completely covered with rubbish and empty cups from the night before. Beside from the aftermath of the party lying all over the floor, the house is very beautifully designed.
Ivory pushes back the door of the kitchen and I followed her, glancing at the dining table that’s covered with half empty alcohol bottles. My stomach churns and I quickly avert my gaze so that I don’t embarrass myself and throw up. I’m so not ready to face alcohol just yet.
My eyes land on Jake who’s stood by the cooker, spatula in hand. I raise my eyebrows in surprise and immediately feel a blush rise to my cheeks from the sight of him. He’s flipping pancakes casually –
*Jake?” I frown, feeling confused.
Did he stay the night too?
Ivory glances between me and Jake before grabbing an aspirin box off the counter and clutching her head. I can tell the girl has a serious hangover.
“I’ll leave you two to it.” Ivory says, saluting at me half heartedly. I give her a small smile and she leaves the kitchen, shutting the door softly behind her. My attentions diverts back to Jake and I stand watching him for a few seconds. He’s still wearing last nights clothes, his dark hair ruffled messily across his head. I begin to feel extremely self conscious standing there so decide to start a conversation –
“Last night was… Interesting.” I say quietly, mentally slapping myself for bringing it up. I’ve decided my brain turns into an unreliable pile of mush when Jake Melvin is around.
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