Rays of sun shine through my closed eyes.
My head's killing me.
I grip my head and roll over in my bed.
I reach over to my nightstand, searching for my cell phone. Not there but neither is my nightstand.
I slowly open my eyes to adjust them to the beaming sun rays coming through the open window across from the bed. I come to the sudden and shameful realization; I'm not in my own room.
"No," I pout as I scan the plum colored walls that surround me.
Not Jess's room either.
Sketches and paintings of everything from landscapes to portraits line the walls on white colored paper and canvas. A lonely mirror sits in the corner; I gaze at myself in it.
My hair is messy from the night before, I'm wearing different clothes; not my own. I look away quickly. A pile of men's clothes lay strewn in front of a closet door.
I sigh, putting my head in my hands. My stomach turns as I think about the ghastly things I probably did last night.
I look back up continuing to survey the strange room. I catch a glimpse of my phone, sitting on the coffee table in front of a roomy leather couch with a pillow and blanket on it.
Did they sleep there?
I hurry out of the unfamiliar bed to my phone. I pick it up and unlock it.
So many texts from Jess, oh no.
I skim through the dozen where are you's and please be okay's.
Jess 4:24 am:
Please text me when you get this, I'm worried about you.
That was the last one.
Jess, I don't know where I am! Can you...
I begin to type out a message when I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. I glance over at the door; a tall pale, black haired man walks into the room holding women's clothing in his arms.
Our eyes meet; his icy blue eyes pierce through me, his clean-shaven jawline faults as he begins to speak.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were up," he says, setting down the clothes on the end of the bed.
I stare at him, awestruck. A tight black button up shirt hugs his chiseled form. His onyx hair drapes down just touching his broad shoulders. Dark blue jeans hug his toned legs perfectly.
He extends his hand to me, "I'm Cole."
"I'm Rose… Did we... I mean..." I babble, his eyes narrowing in on me. "I'm sorry, I just don't remember last night."
His eyes widen slightly, "Oh no, we didn't. No." He shakes his head almost like he's disgusted.
I scowl at him; you don't have to be so rude.
He sees the face I make to his reaction, "No, not that you're not beautiful. You were drugged last night and I found you before anyone could hurt you."
"What!" My stomach clenches, head spinning.
What's the last thing I remember?
My breathing quickens. He clears off a spot on the couch, I sit back in disarray.
Jess had just come back from dancing with the two guys, I had to go to the bathroom…I don't recall the rest.
"Is that why I can't remember anything?" I look up at him, my brow furrowed.
"Most likely, did you get a drink from someone you didn't know?" He sits on the edge of the couch next to me. "Or I don't know, leave a drink unattended?"
"I only got drinks from the waitress and… I don't know I might have left a drink at the table."
I pause for a moment after leaning back on the couch; a wild thought crosses my mind.
"How do I know you didn't drug me?!" I snap, quickly sitting upright.
"I wouldn't do that," he says, unquestionably.
Something inside of my pushes me to believe his words. He looks at me softly, his blue eyes staring at me.
Muscles deep in my belly tense as I gaze back at him, "Thank you." I manage to get out, breathlessly.
"You don't have to thank me." His lopsided smile tugs at my insides, butterflies start to form in the pit of my belly.
Why is he doing this to me? I just meet the guy and he saved me from getting raped.
I look away from his enticing stare…
I mentally slap myself, coming back to reality.
"Are those for me?" I ask, glancing over my shoulder at the small pile of clothes sitting at the end of the bed.
"Yeah, my sister said they should fit you," he gets up, stretching over the couch picking up the pile of clothes. His jeans tighten around his butt as he does so.
I look away to keep myself from staring like an idiot.
He hands me the clothes, I smile at him, "Thanks."
"I'll leave you to change." He stands, nodding at me. I watch him walk to the door; he looks back his baby blues shining. He shuts the door behind him with a quick move.
I shake my head. Don't be an idiot, Rose.
I get dressed in the jeans and tight dark blue tee shirt. I examine myself in the mirror, they fit almost perfectly. I step over to the bedroom door and open it slowly.
Cole's coming up the stairs as I do so.
"You probably want to get home," he says handing me a plastic bag of what seems to be my clothes from last night.
"Yeah, I'd like that…"
No I wouldn't. I want to stay.
"We should get going."
I follow him down the wooden stairs, into what seems to be a living room. Floral furniture lines the massive room, the pale lilac walls covered in pictures.
A dining room table with a floral table cloth sits between the living room and the adjoining kitchen. A large flat screen sits in front of the couch and coffee table.
A hint of coffee hits my nose.
"This way." He grabs onto my hand and directs me down another set of stairs. My heart rate speeds up as our skin touches. His warmth feels so nice against my always cold as death skin.
Books line the walls of this room; the counter has potion bottles filled with mysterious liquids and flowers on it.
An elderly women walks out of the back room, her face lights up when she sees us, "Cole, introduce me." She flips her long, greying hair over one floral printed shoulder.
"Rose this is Grace, Grace this is Rose." Cole stands next to me stiffly.
"A beautiful name for a beautiful girl," she gushes before I can get a word in edgewise. "Cole never brings anyone over. I'm so glad I get to meet you." She smiles warmly at me.
"It's nice to meet you too," I can't help but to smile at her.
"You just missed Willow, she's out getting us lunch," she says, beaming at me.
"We'd better get going," Cole stiffly says, shifting his weight next to me.
What's his problem?
"It was nice to meet you," Grace grabs my hand squeezing slightly.
"You too," I smile as Cole motions me to the store's front door.
A bell dings as we exit the store; I look around at the city in front of me, I have no idea what street were on but this looks familiar.
I glance down the street and see a club front, the same club I was at last night.
My heart begins to race as I think about what happened last night, or what could have happened…
Cole puts his hand on my back and guides me to a white car that sits on the side of the street; a fancy looking car at that. Sparks fly throughout me starting where his hand touches.
"What kind of car is this? My friend Jess loves cars." I say pulling myself from my thoughts.
Shit, Jess. She's probably so worried.
My mind races back to the frantic texts messages from her. I pull out my phone from the pocket of the jeans I'm wearing and begin to type.
I'm fine, was just sleeping. Sorry. I'll explain when I see you tonight.
I hit send.
"Tell her it's a Subaru WRX," he says coolly, a coy grin pulling at the sides of his mouth. He opens the passenger door for me, I slide in quickly, and the black interior greets me warmly.
He enters the other side, buckling himself in. The beautiful voice of Matt Tuck fills my ears as Cole starts the car.
All These Things I Hate (Revolve Around Me) booms throughout me, I sit back taking in the music.
"Sorry," his eyes widen at the volume as if it would bother me.
"I love Bullet for my Valentine." I look up at him, amused. "They're one of my favorite bands."
The car ride goes smoothly we mostly talk music; very similar music. There's only one thing we can't agree on, my fascination with k-pop; he's never listened to it.
"It's right there," I point out my tan colored prison. He parks in front of the house and turns to me. Icy blues stare at me as I unbuckle my seat belt and open the car door.
"I'll try, thanks for everything." I breathe in deeply, gazing at his beautiful eyes one last time. I shut the car door tightly and walk to the porch. I cross my arms across my chest.
I watch as he drives away and before I know it I can no longer see his car in the distance. Deep down muscles pull and squirm.
I'm never going to see him again.
It's quiet in the house as I tiptoe inside. A deep sense of loneliness, a feeling I'm oh so use to surges into me.
Catherine must be working.
I scoot up the stairs to my room. I lock the door behind me. With a deep sigh, I sink to the floor, my knees to my chest.
"Fuck," I mutter, thinking about how his skin felt against mine. This feels like a dream.