i woke up and was immediately blinded by the sunlight sleeping through the blinds, "gah!" i complain as i throw the covers over my head.

that's when i realize i'm in a room and the last thing i remember was entering a party and doing a huge amount of rounds of shots. then i realized a second time, not in my own bed. and i recognize this bed, Zion's. i start freaking out because i didn't remember almost anything from the party last night.

did the bitch kidnap me?! i scream frantically in my mind and start to hyperventilate. i throw the covers off of me and look at what i was wearing... one of Zion's oversized PrettyMuch merchandise shirts.

suddenly, i hear footsteps coming down from the hall. unknowing of who it could be, because i'm still in my under garments and a shirt, i hide under the covers.

"... Lorin?" i hear Zion's voice, i peek up from the covers to see him and i freeze, rolling my eyes. he laughs lightly in amusement as i do so, and it pisses me off.

i throw the covers off myself, "why the hell am i in your house and in one of your shirts!—wait." i gasp, glaring at him.

"why is my dress off?" i yell and he rolls his eyes, me obviously missing something here, somehow.

"you threw up on your dress and also, it's nothing i haven't seen before." he says, flirting and i flip him off. he chuckles and hands me a plate of pancakes caked with syrup and whipped cream.

i look at it skeptically.

"no, i didn't poison it." he reassures and rolls his eyes as i grab the plate and fork he handed me, and take a bite of it.

"since when do you cook?" i ask him as i stuff my face with it. god, does it taste amazing. but, it's nothing compared to IHop's.

suddenly, my head pulsates painfully and i wince, "AGH!" i yell and drop the fork on the plate as it clatters. Zion immediately rushes to my side as if is a natural instinct and hands me a bright yellow mug of coffee and a small bottle of Advil.

i grab it and pop the cap open. i throw a pill into my mouth and take a swig of water, forcing the pill down my throat. and honest to god to i despise pills.

i sigh and put the items on the bedside table and continue to eat, extremely uncomfortable with this situation.

i'm hungover, and looking like a mess in the same room as the person i hate most in the world. the person who cheated on me with my best friend on our planned-to-be-memorable vacation to Italy.

"can you not hover over me while i eat." i grumble and glare at him, he doesn't listen or reply to me, he just shrugs and stays sitting on the bed beside me. i forget about it and continue to eat until my plate's empty.

"there. done. now take me the hell home, Kuwonu." i demand and roughly set the plate down on the bedside table and i take one step on the ground.

i immediately topple to the ground and wince in pain. i was too weak to stand, i must've drunken myself an ocean last night. i also, lifted up my shirt and looked at my inner thigh to see a large bruise there and it clicks— it's the bruise where they dj dude sexually-assaulted me/groped me.

he sees it and his eyes go wide. obviously, he hasn't seen it, he stands up and runs over to me, slithering an arm around my waist and propping me back up on the bed.

"i figured that would happen." he says and shrugs, laughing as i groan loudly and throw myself back onto the bed.

"but, that bruise looks bad. i'm gonna go get you ice." he adds on with a smile and leaves the room to go get me an ice pack.

i spot my phone at my bedside table and pick it up. scrolling through my camera roll to see if i took any pictures to added videos. my dress has a small phone pocket in the front and i left my phone in there all night long.

i see a couple of videos. i press play on a random one.

"WoOoo!" a drunk kékéli screams as she grinds against some random dude and drinks alcohol straight from the bottle.

Trinity knocks the bottle out of her hand and it falls the floor, glass shards smashing everywhere. everyone ignores it as kékéli is pulled away from the dude she was dancing with.

"TriniTyYyY!" she whimpers.

the video ended there and it made Lorin laugh a little. she quickly set her phone back down on the side table as Zion came in with an ice pack.

he handed it to me and i of course, didn't bother to thank him. i set it in between my thighs on the spot where the bruise was and gasped in pain as it added pressure to it.

"i'll be in the kitchen if you need me." he says and i glare at him as i realize he was messing with me.

"i can't walk to the kitchen, you dick." i reply and roll my eyes.

"toodles." he says and sticks his tongue out, skipping out of the room.

—

i —

screaming.

thoughts?

— clair 🧚🏽‍♀️