Texas Was You

The sun light infiltrated my typical bat cave of a bed room, waking me up out of a dead sleep. My head was pounding harder than a jack hammer, or was the jack hammer in my skull? I looked around trying to get my bearings. I was in my bed, that’s good, the problem was I had no idea how I get home. I sat up, bringing my knees to my chest and leaned against my head board. I was stripped down to my panties. What the fuck happened? I leaned my head back trying to recall last night. I remembered going to the bar, playing pool, dancing, Jason! I started fretting. My memory stopped there. Please tell me I didn’t do anything in my drunken stupor! Please Caty, tell me you didn’t relapse. I grabbed my two sizes to big Avenged Sevenfold shirt and slipped it on in case I did have any unremembered guests. Luckily, my bathroom was connected to my bedroom.

I flipped the bathroom light on, instantly regretting it, it was way too bright. I grabbed a bottle aspirin and popped two of them to try and ease the hangover headache. I finally looked in the mirror. My makeup ran down my face, it looked like I had been crying. A huge bruise was on my cheek. I reached up caressing my cheek, I flinched in pain, even the slightest touch of it hurt.

"What the FUCK happened last night!" I asked myself. I gently washed my make up off and brushed my teeth, ridding my mouth of the vomit taste. Once I turned the sink off, I could hear the TV in my living room. Someone was here… Please, please, please tell me it’s NOT Jason. I slowly made my way to my bedroom door. I cracked it open enough to peak through but it squeaked in protest, giving me away. Zack looked over from the couch, he was sitting there is his boxers and shirt from the night before. I fully opened the door and Zack’s eyes widened before shooting up off the couch.

"Are you okay?" He grabbed my jaw gently, turning my bruised cheek towards him.

"Shhhhh, Not so loud!" I groaned, and he let out a small laughed. "Besides this hangover from hell and the massive bruise on my face, I guess I’m okay. Could you please tell me what happened last night. I don’t remember much." Zach rubbed his thumb over the bruise causing me to jerk away.

"I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you!" He said with some worry in his voice. I raised my eyebrow. Did he cause this? I went into the kitchen and got me a glass of milk. I needed something to coat my raw throat and stomach, before sitting on the couch. Zach had found my R2-D2 edition Xbox 360 and was watching American Dad on Netflix. Good taste in shows.

"So can you please tell me what happened? And why I woke up with this monstrosity?"

He explained everything. From dancing with Jason unknowingly, Zack coming to the rescue by playing the boyfriend card, me getting extremely drunk off of one drink, and me falling on the floor but not before I hit my face on the corner of the pool table. I was lucky I didn’t break anything or knock a tooth out. The more he told me, the more I remembered. Though the memories were just fragments, I got a glimpse of what went down. I sighed putting my head in my hands. I wanted to cry, scream, fight, sleep, and wish last night would have never happened. Jason just had to ruin a good night. Some days I swear he could fuck up a wet dream. Zack had started rubbing my back; it was strangely comforting.

"I brought you home last night" he paused moving my hair over my shoulder so he could rub my upper back. "I stayed here to make sure you were alright. I hope that’s okay. Don’t worry, I slept on the couch. Though, I did have to shower you off, you puked all over yourself coming up the stairs. I insisted that you stayed in what you were wearing but you wanted to strip down to your underwear. I swear I didn’t take advantage of you." My face turned bright red; I tried to cover it as much as possible with my hands.

"I’m so sorry I made a fool of myself. I normally don’t drink, and when I do I don’t drink that much. Apparently, Jason ruffled a few too many of my feathers for me to get shit faced. But you didn’t have to baby sit me…" I mumbled the last part.

"I wanted too. You told me what happened between you and Jason. Then when we got up here, I was asking for your keys and you just handed me your purse. The first thing I saw when I opened it was your gun. I didn’t want you to do anything stupid with you being upset and drunk." Zack continued rubbing my back. I turned my head, while still in my hands, to look at him. He flashed me a smile which made me smile. His eyes showed he genuinely cared about my welling being, even though I was just some girl. I couldn’t help myself, I sat up and gave him a bear hug, he wrapped his arms around my waist and held me until I finally let go of him.

"I have to do something for you!" I exclaimed, damn near bouncing off the couch forgetting I was in just a t-shirt and panties. "Would you like pancakes for breakfast!" I questioned with excitement seeing that it was only 10 o’clock.

"That’d be great! Are you going to make them for me?" A smile broke out across his face again. Damn that smile is infection. Once again, what black magic spell has he cast on me!

"Yes sir!" I started pulling out all the ingredients to make them from scratch.

"So, question for you."

"So, answer for you." I responded with my smart ass ways.

"You’re an Avenged fan?" I looked up from mixing and cocked my head at him, trying to figure out how he knew. "Your shirt," he said tugging on his own. I looked down to see what I was wearing; it was my Avenged shirt with the song list from the white album graffitied on it. It was a gift from my best friend.

"Yeah, one of my favorites. How many pancakes would you like?"

"Three. Ever seen them live?"

"No, I either couldn’t afford it or when I could I didn’t have the time. They rarely played in San Antonio anyways. I almost made it to the concert when they walked off stage, glad I didn’t." I explained setting a plate of pancakes on the bar in front of me with syrup, butter, and utensils.

"It’s a shame you’ve never seen us. With the exception of that one show, we're awesome live." My eyes shot up from my pancakes that I had just poured into the pan. He stood in front of me smiling and eating his pancakes.

Notes

Hey readers! Sorry it took so long for the new chapter! I had gone camping over the weekend, and then ended up staying at a friends house until Tuesday. Didn't have much time to write between that and work! Well it's finally here!

Enjoy!
-ForAVengeance