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“You’re a fucking caveman.” I laugh as I start putting everything together. When I finish Charlie’s, I slide his plate over to him and notice that he’s rubbing his forehead.

“Headache?”

He nods.

I grab two Tylenol from the cabinet we keep the medicine in and walk to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of orange juice. I hold out my hand with the pills in them and watch as he takes them. He puts them in his mouth and dry swallows them.

I smile and set the OJ next to his plate. I bend down so I’m at eye level with him.

“Dig in Beautiful.”

Chapter Nine

Charlie

Beautiful.

Why does he keep calling me that? The last thing I feel is beautiful. I’m in his huge hoodie that goes down past my ass and his crazy long joggers that I had to roll three times before they stayed up. I refuse to put dirty underwear or socks back on so I feel exposed, even if he can’t see anything.

After I had gotten dressed, I sat on the edge of his bed, trying to figure out how I got here. The last thing I remembered was talking to Josh, but I don’t know if he was at the party or not.

I looked around Shane’s room and spotted my phone on one of the end tables. I had one missed text from Lily and a missed call from my dealer, Pete. I checked the text first.

Lily: Ok! Take care of hm!! Tell him ill call tomrrow!!!!!

I snorted at all the exclamation points. That’s a dead giveaway that she was drunk. She probably doesn’t even remember sending it.

I slowly walked to the door and cracked it open. I saw the back of a cream-colored couch with a blonde ponytail hanging off the back cushion.

I had no idea who she was.

I was about to sneak to the glass doors off to the left when I heard someone approaching. I closed the door as quietly as I could and backed away.

I didn’t know who that voice belonged to either.

Where did Shane go?

Why did I agree to stay? I should have walked out after what I did in his bathroom.

That was embarrassing.

You’re fucking disgusting!

Who blacks out then destroys someone’s bathroom?

He’s probably waiting for you to get the fuck out of his house so he can scrub his bathroom clean of you.

Just make a run for the glass doors and jump!

Fuck. Stop!

I grabbed my hair as tight as I could and pulled until the pain on my scalp quieted the voices.

I had to get out of there asap.

Breathing heavily, I looked for my boots but couldn’t find them anywhere. Fuck it. I didn’t need them.

I took a deep breath and turned the doorknob with a trembling hand. I didn’t see the blonde ponytail or the guy and the TV had been turned off.

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