As Black As My Soul

- Rosalies Point of View -

"I'm warning you one last time!"

"If you don't shut the hell up I'm going to shoot you down and it will not be pleasent for you and for me either!"

"Just give it to me without complaining that much and stop threatening me with a water pistol I just want this aspirin it's not funny anymore!"

"Woah... breath okay? You already had two of them and it's dangerous! Boy, you really drank too much last night, Rosalie!"

"I know that! Stop rubbing it in!"

"Well, looks like somebody's in a bad mood today. Call me when you're in a more balanced position!"

"No, Rachel wait -"

-Thump-

I can't believe it. Isn't my best friend supposed to help me with the worst hangover I've ever had? But Rachel weren't Rachel if she wouldn't be pissed off so fast....and I weren't Rosalie if I wouldn't do what she wants. So I decided to go to bed again. Sleeping is the best medicine.

I shuffled through the hallway and straight into the bedroom. The bed seemed to be the trophy after a marathon. Exhausted, I fell into the soft-looking pillows, just to jump back to my feet right after it, which wasn't a good idea because I had nothing to hold on to and I felt dizzy. Appearently, the pillows weren't as soft as I expected them to be.

I heard the quiet noises of movement and almost fainted when I looked into a guys face. I gasped and croked:

"Uhm... Who are you?" , I gave him an unconfident smile because I tried to hide my fear .

"You don't remember me?" ,he stared at me in disbelief. His voice was so deep that I had the feeling that it vibrated in my chest. His eyes were as blue as the sky and I could smell the scent of cigarettes, sweat and... my parfume? It made my stomch turn.

"No?! I don't know you, neither how you came in here or why and I would be very thankful if you would leave my apartment. That would be nice."

"That was a long sentence for a small mouth like yours, don't you think?", he answered with an arrogant smile.

Great. An asshole too. And probably I brought him to my place after partying so hard last night. I definitely drank too much.

"No, I don't. Just leave!"

"Hey, hey. No reason to become rude!", he lifted his index finger.

Yep, totally an asshole. I felt the anger welling up in my throat...or was it the urge to vomit because of the smell? Second option I think because one minute later there was a puddle on my carpet. I wiped my mouth and told him one last time that he should leave immediately if he didn't want anything bad to happen. I didn't knew what and neither did he so I ignored his sappy comment and left to drink some water.

I sighed and tried so hard to remember last night but I think the alcohol took away all my memories. Hell, I don't even know the person I probably slept with last night! The thaught of forgetting to use protection made me feel like I had to vomit again but I concentrated on last night so it swiftly disappeared again. Maybe I was so drunk that I drifted off without having sex with this guy... - No. Rosalie doesn't miss a chance. Especially with such a handsome man like this...but he knows that and that's what makes him so arrogant. Or sexy?
I'm confused!

"You could've done at least one egg."

I stared at him with no expression and handed him an egg from the fridge and a pan. 'Do it yourself, snob', I thought and left to go to the bathroom. I turned the key, just as a precaution and sank down.

I cleared my thoughts:

"So, I went partying last night. A bit too hard...maybe. I was drunk and picked up an arrogant prig, probably slept with him and now he's cooking himself an egg in my kitchen."

I jumped immediately. He's alone in my kitchen and everything's there, my money, my phone, my credit card, just everything! Shit! In my panic I couldn't open the door. The key wouldn't turn around. I breathed in and out and ran my hand over my bathrobe. I tried again. Nothing. I scanned the room for something oily. Maybe it's just stuck in there and the key will loosen?! I took some hair product in a spray bottle and hoped that it would serve as oil.

That's why I don't lock the doors in my appartment. I felt my palms become sweaty and itchy and felt the heat in my face. Claustrophobia is also a reason. The ceiling was only one foot away and it came nearer with every second. It's going to crush me if I don't hurry. My breath became irregular and I let the bottle fall.

I just raised my hand to thump the door but I didn't want to look week. He has to think I am the cool badass chick that's scared of nothing. He will laugh at me for such a dumb illusion. But I can't leave the room without his help either...

Notes

First chapter of my first story. I hope you like it and maybe there are a few mistakes because I'm German, but I think you can understand what I mean ;)