I'm The Geek Who Slapped A Football Player.

21 - B-Bang?!

Chapter 21: B-Bang!?

 

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Cracking my eyes open, I squint up at my light lavender ceiling, still feeling exhausted. God, I slept in too long. I can always feel it when I sleep in too late, because everything’s fuzzy and groggy and I feel like poop. My alarm clock should have gone off…Why didn’t it?

I’m lying on my back, with my hips turned to the right, outwards from the bed. I stretch a lazy arm out and poke my phone to see what time it is. Twelve fifty-six. Damn. It’s freaking late. Ridiculous.

I close my eyes. God, I’m so exhausted. But it doesn’t feel like I rolled around a lot last night…I can always feel it in my neck and shoulders if I roll around. I crack my toes and then look down.

Huh? Where’s the blanket? What the heck… I blink bewilderedly down at my naked feet, not covered by a blanket, exposed to the cold air. I never kick off the blankets! Never!! My feet always get freaking cold… That makes me blink down at the rest of me. Am I not wearing pants? What in the fuck… I blearily squint at my legs, confused. I flop my head back down on the pillow, perplexed. This is sooo freaking weird. I must not have set my alarm last night, which I always do. I’ve slept in til noon which I never do. I don’t appear to be wearing pants, which is weird. Another weird thing being that I’ve kicked my blanket off, leaving me out to the cold…

Though, strangely, I’m not cold. Which is weird. I feel like I’m at average temperature. Being so small (Rrrg…) I get chilled pretty easily, so I always sleep with a blanket so I don’t freeze to death. I lay in the bed, my brain still so tiredly muddled. Jeez, I think, flattening my left hand out on the sheet. The bed is so warm…

My pinky touches something very very warm and I frown. What is this? It’s smooth…and so freaking warm. The hell…? Muzzy and mystified, I groggily flop my head to the left and squint at it. It takes me a second to realize what it is.

OHMYGOD –!

There’s an excruciating five and a half seconds where I can’t come up with any words as I mentally try and reject what I’m seeing.

Then the utter panic seems to electrify my brain.

What the HELL is SEBASTIAN doing in my bed?! OHMYFUCKINGGOD what the FUCK?! Oh shit shit shit SHIT!! What in the FUCK is going on, how did he fucking get here?! Why are we sleeping together?! Is this some kind of sick joke…?! My eyes locked on to my naked knees and a crackled gasp hissed up my throat in utter panic as my face went up some sixty bajillion degrees. OH GOD –

My horrorstruck wheeze was enough to wake up the sleeping bed-intruder with a quiet huff.

As I’m in another mental panic-attack, I can only watch in absolute frozen terror as he very slowly rolls over on his back, yawns, then tiredly smacks his lips together and turns his head to look at me. He blinks at me drowsily and yawns again, scratching his chest.

Then his eyes pop open.

With a scratchy “WHATTHEFUCK” and a jolt that tosses the bed, Sebastian is gone with a thud.

There’s silence that’s only disrupted by my pounding heart and his ragged breathing. There’s a shuffling sound, and realize that he must be disentangling himself from the blanket. My blanket… I think, and then shudder. Oh God, what’s going on…?!