Chapter 5: Come on!

Mason's POV

Getting screamed at first thing in the morning is bad enough as it is especially if you have a hangover but, getting kicked out of your own bed is way worse.

"What the hell?!" I exclaimed; standing up.

"What did you do to me?!" she screamed. Well, she was more of accusing me.

Damn, I forgot Blondie's here.

"I didn't do anything to you, okay? Relax..." I yawned.

"Explain then! Why am I in your room? And why am I wearing your shirt? Did you do take advantage of me?!"

"What?! No! I brought you here last night after the party. You were so drunk; I didn't know where to drop you off." Is she serious? I'm offended she'd think I'd take advantage of a drunken girl.

"What?" she looked confused.

"Calm down and I'll explain everything." She took a deep breath and nodded.

Cautiously, I sat at the edge of the bed.

Damn! Gotta say, didn't expect Blondie to go through with it.

I keenly watched the girl I dared to do a strip dance in front of everyone. I gave her that dare thinking she wouldn't do it. She looked like one of the types of girls who's a badass chick on the outside but a total softie on the inside.

She's currently in the middle of taking her shirt off as the crowd started to chant 'take it off'.

I joined in on their cheer and finally she took off her shirt.

Not bad, Blondie.

I was surprised when she got down from the table and made her way towards me. There was a smug look on her face as she held my gaze. I watched her amusingly undo the buttons of her pants and teased; as if she'll take it off completely all the while dancing to the sultry song.

One look at her and you could easily tell she's drunk.

The crowd cheered her on as the song ended. Being the drunken person she was, she bowed to the lot crowded around her like a performer. 

James quickly swooped in and covered her body with a blanket and guided her out of the kitchen with Andrea following behind holding Blondie's discarded clothes.

"Surprised?" Tyler asked. 

The crowd that had gathered when Blondie started her little show had already dispersed. Tyler and I made our way back into the living.

"Hardly." I shrugged. 

He laughed. "A perfect match."

"What the hell are you talking about?  Blondie and I don't get along very well, I don't think there's going to be any relationship between us besides the platonic one. That girl hates me. Plus, she's not my type and that accent? Don't even get me started."

"Hey, don't be so sure of yourself there my friend, you'll never know how things turn out. Take me and Jessica for example. Who would've thought we'd end up together. We're total opposites, and if I may add you were pretty enjoying yourself when she danced in front of you."

"What can I say? I'm a guy Tyler. Besides, you know how I feel about having relationships, it's messy. Girls are clingy and demanding."

"Don't be so sure of yourself." he patted my back.  

"Go bother someone else ." I told him.

"Fine, Fine, I'm going to go look for my girlfriend." He then took off.

The party ended pretty late. I didn't really drink that much since I'm still recovering from the hangover I got yesterday.

A girl walking on the side walk caught my attention as she stumbled her way through.

I got a good look on her when I got closer; it's Blondie. I could tell by her jacket even if she has her back turned to me. I slowed down the phase of my car and rolled the windows down.

"Blondie." I called.

No response.

"Blondie!"

She continued to walk. 

"Chloe!" I yelled.

"What?" she snapped.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

She paused and turned to me. "Home."

It's already past 2 o'clock in the morning. I'm not heartless enough to leave a drunken girl alone. 

"Get in; I'll give you a ride."

"No."

"Excuse me?"

"I said no mister, I don't even know you." she sneered.

You've got to be kidding me. 

"You know me. I'm Mason, the guy you punched earlier at school." I reminded her.

She paused for a while then continued.

"hmmm... No."

"I'm the guy that dared you to do a strip dance at the party." I reasoned.

"Again for the last time mister, I don't know you so stop following me." I don't know if she's playing dumb with me or what, but I'm really tired and sleepy so I don't have the time to play games right now.

I sighed. 

"Just get in the car, Blondie."

"No." 

"Blondie!"

"No!"

"Fine!" if that's what she wants.

I stepped on the pedal and drove away.

Who does she think she is? I offered her a ride which, not only would be a faster way to get home but safer as well rather than walking at this hour.

Does she even know where she's going?

"Shit!" I couldn't help myself so I looked in the rear view mirror to check on her; she's still walking.

There's this feeling inside me that urged me to go back.

I checked again through the rear view mirror but Blondie was gone.

I immediately stepped on the breaks and made my way to her. She was just walking a few minutes ago.

I ran as fast as I could from where my car is to where I last saw her. When I got closer, a body was laying on the floor.

Did she pass out?

Is she asleep or what? 

"Blondie?" I treaded the waters.

"Hmmm...?"

"What are you doing?" She's more amusing drunk. 

"Lying down." she sleepily said.

"On the side walk?"

"Yeah... I'm sleepy." she yawned.

"Come on, I'll drive you home."

"No."

"Blondie, come on... We're both tired and sleepy."

"No." she said. 

I guess there's no reasoning with her. 

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair before I bent down and picked her up; her body was slung on my right and her bag on the other.

"Put me down!" she yelled. 

She kept pounding on my back. "Put me down! Help! Help! Help!"

"Go ahead; scream louder, see if I care." I challenged.

"HELP!" she screamed louder.

God! I think my ears are bleeding.

I opened the back door seat with one hand and threw her bag inside. She took the opportunity to  sprint away the moment her feet touched the ground and by doing so, kneed me in the fucking groin and took off.

"Ahhhhh! Shit! Shit!" I gritted in pain; putting my hand on my balls and bended my body.

"Damn it, Blondie!" I screamed while she disappeared into the darkness.

What is wrong with that girl? She's really violent!

I held on to my injured manhood enduring the pain caused by one violent girl. She's really testing my patience right now. 

After a while, the pain subsided I went back into the car and drove off. My mission; look for the drunken psycho blonde.

After what felt like an eternity driving around aimless into the night, I finally found her. She was laying down on a bench at the park.

I stopped the car and cautiously approached her. I'm tired, pissed and sleepy and I don't want to feel another pain in my body right now. Thankfully, Blondie appeared to be sleeping for real.

Slowly I picked her up and carried her back to my car.

Now that's settled, where am I going to take her? I have no idea where she lives and god knows what would happen if I wake her up.

Plus, she's drunk and I probably wouldn't get a decent answer from her.

After giving it much thought, I decided to bring her home with me.

When we reached my house, I first took a hold of her bag and slung it around my shoulder then proceed to carry her out of the car. 

She kept mumbling in her sleep.

I was almost at the door when I realized it was locked.

Stupid me.

How am I supposed to get the keys out of my pocket whilst carrying Blondie?

I walked back to the car and laid her down gently. 

I quickly opened the front door and went back to the car to carry her.

Something's strange, she's sitting when I got back.

Is she awake now? I slowly walked over to her, careful not to make any sudden moves.

"Blondie?" I whispered.

I walked closer.

"Blondie." Still not moving.

"Blond-" the next thing I know, she puked all over the back seat of my car.

I crinkled my nose. "Shit! Are you kidding me?"

Blondie's sat there in the car with puke all over her. I silently hoped for her to wake up after that fiasco but no, she's slept throughout that ordeal.

She's either a very heavy sleeper or too drunk to not wake up after puking. 

I am dumbfounded.

What am I going to do now?

I ran a hand in my hair twice, I've got no other choice. This is too much stress I can handle for a day.

I have to carry her, that's the only way. 

She owes me big time for this! 

I made my way inside the house with Blondie in my arm, careful not to wake my father up. I carried her straight to my bedroom and into the bathroom; I sat her up on the toilet seat and started to remove her clothes off.

I tossed her puked stained clothes into the hamper which left her in her underwear.  I can't help but smile as I remembered what happened at the party.

I wet a towel and started to wipe off bits of her vomit out of her face, body and hair.

I can't believe I'm doing this, I never do shit like this! This is all Blondie's fault, if she hadn't drank too much alcohol  she wouldn't be so drunk right now without any knowledge of what's happening. 

When she's all cleaned up, I got a shirt from my drawer and dressed  her in it. I carried her again and cautiously laid her to bed.

I pulled the duvet around her body and went to the bathroom to clean myself up. Before going to bed, I threw her puked stained clothes along with mine into the machine to wash. 

"So, that's what happened." I told her.

Blondie's face is bright red.

I can tell she's embarrassed about last night. She can't even look  me in the eyes.

"Well... You could take a shower in the bathroom and get ready for school. I'll be downstairs, we still have time to make first period." I added.

"Okay." was her only reply. I left the room and went downstairs to fix myself some breakfast. 

Thankfully, my father left the house early morning so there's no chance for him to run into Blondie. 

After a few minutes she joined me in the kitchen. She wore the shirt I prepared for her to wear the night before, which was a black shirt with Ramones printed on it. 

"Hey." she awkwardly greeted.

"Hi."

"Thanks for the clothes."

"Figured you wouldn't want to wear your puke stained clothes and last night's shirt." I answered. 

I handed her a bowl, a box of cereal and milk. "I'm going to get ready, so help yourself."

Blondie was in the living when I got down after freshening up. She was looking through the pictures on the display.

She picked one up and stared at it.

"Is this your mum?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"She's really pretty." she said.

"She's dead." I told her.

"I'm sorry." she placed the picture frame down.

"Let's go."she followed me to the front door.