Chapter 49

*Payton's POV*The. Sun. Is. In. My. Fucking. Eyes.

I adjusted to my surroundings after that rude awakening from God.

My head was pounding bad, and my mouth was so dry, I felt like I'd just swallowed cotton.

I wasn't in my house though, or Cara's.... I was on the couch, Cara lying next to me, still sleeping.

Lucky bitch.

I got up and searched for a bathroom, because frankly I knew from the moment I opened my eyes that I was hungover.

I searched the large house, and finally found a bathroom. I threw up, no surprise there..

Once I was done involuntarily emptying the contents of my stomach, I got up and looked in the mirror. I was half naked, and looked like I was ran over 3 times by a car.

Then something caught my attention..

Shit shit shit shit fuck shit shit shit

I muttered as I looked at the trail of dark purple bruises down my neck.

What the hell happened last night?!

And who gave me a hickey?

All I remembered was that I had a few-five- drinks and danced horribly a lot... A lot.

I had to think fast before Cara woke up and questioned me.

I quietly left the bathroom to go search for my bag. I put it in one of the kitchen cabinets to retrieve later so it wouldn't get stolen. I looked through the cabinets until I found it, and silently dashed back to the bathroom.

I put concealer all over the bruises, and they somewhat went away. As long as no one was standing really close, you couldn't tell.

I walked back out to the sofa sectional that I apparently slept on the whole night, and saw that Cara was laying there awake and clutching her head.

"What the hell happened last night?" She moaned.

"Let loose.. Live a little," I mocked her as she hit me with a nearby throw pillow, not budging too much from her head-clutching position. "Where are we?" I asked, hoping that she'd actually know and we weren't in some stranger's house.

"It was Andrew's party, and apparently we were one of the few that drank wayyyy too much and he let us stay here along with some other people he knew." She said, finally getting up and hugging her knees.

I remember Andrew from a shoot we all did for Burberry once. He was a model, and a pretty well known one too. He's known to do Calvin Klein, Vogue, H&M, and a bunch of other stuff too. Speaking of...

"Morning Laides," he yelled, making us clutch our heads and scowl him. "Sorry," he whispered. We were all still in our attire from last night, basically meaning that we were all stripped down.

It takes a real partier to drink as much as he did and resist a hangover the next day.

"Ugh, I can't remember anything from last night!" I moaned as my head throbbing became dull.

"You don't? You didn't drink that much," Andrew chuckled.

"Yes she did," Cara butted in because she drank the same amount as I did.

"You guys should've seen Brooklyn, guy's a fucking legend," Andrew laughed.

Brooklyn.

That name hit me hard, and so did the memories of my day with him yesterday. And as if on cue, he walks through the hallway that Andrew came from, and leans against the wall.

"Who else doesn't remember shit," he asks as I raise my hand in the air.

Oh well isn't this just great.~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~*Brooklyn's POV*I woke up dazed and confused, my head pounding really, really hard.

What the fuck went down last night?

And how many drinks did I have?

All good questions, which didn't help the fact that I needed to go throw up.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

My attention caught in the mirror at the sight of purple bruises on my neck and chest. Oh hell no.

If my parents see this they'll flip.

But there were other things I had to worry about.

Who gave me a hickey?~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~*Payton's POV*"Andrew where's the Advil, I'm fucking dying over here," I said, groaning a bit at the constant pounding inside my head.

"In one of the kitchen cabinets," he answered.

"I need one too, bad." Brooklyn said following.

I was still pissed at him for yesterday, a lot. I guess that once he got what he wanted from me, he moved on to the next girl.

I walked into the kitchen and searched the drawers and cabinets for Advil. Brooklyn did the same, and eventually, we found the small pill bottle. I dry-swallowed the small blue tablet, and handed the bottle over to Brooklyn.

Our hands touched in the process, and no matter how hungover I was, I still felt sparks going off in my fingertips.

I hated myself for that.. For still having something, whatever the fuck this was happening to me after I knew how Brooklyn was, and still falling for his game. Even though I didn't... much.. It still hurt.

He swallowed the pill like I did and closed off the cap, putting the bottle back into the drawer we found it in.

"Why're you wearing your collar like that?" I asked him, referring to his red flannel's collar which was folded up.

"No reason.. Are you wearing makeup on your neck? It's two different colors," he chuckled.

"Uh, spray tan went wrong," I tried, and he seemed to buy it. We let it go, and after a few seconds passed we both jumped back to face each other. I reached for his collar and he licked his thumb to smear away the makeup on my neck.

"Ew, Brooklyn staahp!" I yelled out at the feeling of his saliva on my neck.

I moved his collar and couldn't hold back from laughing like a lunatic from what I saw.

He had hickeys going all the way down his neck and chest somewhat.

There's no way that we could've.. No. I don't even consider it an option. Because in my drunken state of mind, my subconscious takes over and knows that I'd never do anything with Brooklyn.

"Ha!" He said showing me his thumb which had makeup on it. Once he took another look at my neck he burst out in frantic laughter. Guess he saw my bites.. Mine were more defined than his from what I remember from looking in the mirror this morning. But his weren't any less worse.

"What're you two idiots laughing about?" Cara asked stand in the doorway.

We both gave her a confused face, and she didn't save any time to explain.

"You're the ones who gave them to each other," she held back a laugh. Thanks friend.

Mine and Brooklyn's laughter came to a halt, and it was pure silence in that moment.

Please tell me I didn't make out with Brooklyn last night.. You're too good for this Rachel!

I named my subconscious Rachel.. Don't ask why, I just always thought that my goody-two-shoes subconscious's name was Rachel.

How did I let this happen?!