One Night With the Bad Girl

Four : Dangerous Girl In Bed

Arthur wakes up with his head throbbing in pain, tangling in sheets as he dragged a hand across his face and he whines out because it felt like a heart beating inside his head as he groaned softly, putting his fingers on his temples and massaging them to make the pain in his head go away, but it didn’t help. He might have to go for a vomit, he feels like he has this repressed energy inside his petite body that is wanting to burst out like timed bomb. He feels the heavy thing trapped his legs too, he thoughts it might be his heavy pillows.

Maybe.

Well, he's too exhausted to think. His hand swings to his left as he tried to reach his glasses from his nightstand but felt nothingness as if his nightstand just disappeared. He frowns and slits his one eye open, he feels goosebumps rise on his skin from the cool air.

Was it supposed the window against that wall?

The realization slowly hits him, he starts to open his both clear eyes, not believe himself that he slept with his lens on, the dark beige walls with the various posters and black ceiling is not clearly his room. He jolts up from laying with his eyes widen when he looks down to his naked torso which he usually sleeps with his pyjamas, “Oh God,” He starts to mumble, running his hands over his body, “God, didn’t I make to home last night?” He wonders then he flinches when he hears the soft moaning just next to him under the blanket which it takes him to realize that he slept with a person on the bed.

The new images flash through his mind, he talked to Rosalie last night. He drank quite amorous alcohols with the group including Rosalie in it which explains to his headache, he remembers that he danced together with the girls over him also the group enchanted his name where the night they didn't treat him like a total loser.

Sadly, he doesn't remember what he did after the dance. Arthur gulps as he slowly reaches the blanket that covers the person, hopefully not anyone he didn't recognize but Rosalie perhaps, still he didn't wish that he slept with someone until the marriage or something that he wanted special on his first night.

When he lifts the cover little down to the head, his eyes even widen with horror on his face.

Wait.

What the f**k this ice wicked queen on the same bed with him?!

This is even worse than sleeping with the man! No offence.

She moans as she stretched her arms under the blanket, her head is tilted on the side with her left arm hanging without any support, she seems not notice him for she stirres awake as she squinted in his direction with open one of her eye to see Arthur's perfect mixture of shook, horror and disbelief face. Surprisingly, she gives him a toothy smile, “You woke up early Archie,” Her eyes are fluttering shut which is obvious that she’s still sleepy, but she wants to stay awake as she watched him again.

He gasped a little, feeling the panic slowly attacks him, looked flustered and uncomfortable. Her smudge red lips pouts in confusion somewhat Arthur couldn’t read her face and she tries to reach him, but he pushes her away. Ice Wicked still attempts to reach his arm, but he scoots far away but he abruptly fall as he slipped off the edge “Oof!” He whines but quickly get up.

“N-no... No. This is wrong,” He blurts out and rambles to himself which makes her laugh a little, unbothered his complains that it seems that his eyes are about to fall out and how his mouth is making the muffles and incoherent sounds as he was trying to cover himself that even he wore boxers and his face is already reddening like a tomato, frantically looking around for his clothes. “I-I'm s-so sorry, I-I didn't mean to let this h-happen,” He stammers with his words so hard, recklessly picking his jeans from the floor and slipping his jeans on quickly.

“Are you sure about that?” She sits up, humming almost to a lullaby. "Because it was pretty fun last night,"

Arthur glances at her but quickly turn around as he startled. “Oh God, you are naked!” He cries out, covering his face with his large hands, like a child saw something inappropriate though he is only shy poor guy. The platinum blonde-haired laughs nonchalantly with a response, “Wearing a bra, looking naked to you?”

He couldn't believe this happen to him, how in the world he ended up sleeping with this bad girl from his school. He is glad that he didn't get any punches from her for sleeping with her or something she would regret for him to sleep with; he wonders why she is being this way to him.

Did he really go well with her last night?

He keeps breathing heavily, trying to be focusing on calming down as he is looking for his shirt and his headache begs him to get some sleep and sober up. “Are you looking for this?” She waves his dark blue shirt around playfully. He turns, looking she holds it in her hand.

She gives him a cheesy smile makes him blush madly. Damn this bad girl looks so beautiful even she just woke up. Not he did care what his looks when he woke up.

Arthur approaches her hesitantly, trying so hard not to look at her beautiful round bubbles in her thin bra. He looks down to the floor, trying not to make eye contact that he usually did to others, shakily holds out his hand, she glances his hand and his face, “Why'd you get so shy, baby blue?” She wonders, grinning at him.

He flinches at the pet name; she gave to him. However, the platinum blonde-haired smirks and climbs out of the bed, “Last night, you didn't behave like this,” She giggles that makes Arthur glances up to her quickly and gulps loudly as he tried not to step back.

She grins mischievously, “I guess, this is actually you. You drunk so bad last night still you are so damn cute in some ways,” She cooes him, getting really close to him, and invading completely his personal space. His throat gets dry as he tried hard to fight another blush, so he backs away intensely.

“Uh--I had to go, can you give my shirt back,” He says, trying not to stutter as he ignored her compliments and keeping his gaze down to the floor nervously. He clenches his eyes as the pain in the head still going on. She stares at him for a moment and holds out to give his shirt.

Arthur frowns slightly, “That was easy,” He thoughts. He throws his shirt on quickly and takes Billy's jacket from the floor. Before he is about to leave the room, she snatches Arthur's arm and slams him to the wall with hulk-like force and pins him there. His eyes widen in shock maybe almost s**t himself for the react, “Leaving so soon?” She asks, sounding serious in her tone.

“P-Please don't hurt me,” He stutters, raising his arms to cover his head as he looks frightened and she notices that. She takes a one close look on his face, Arthur almost gets lost in her hazel eyes were a radiating brown sun warmed with inner gold though it gets darkened. Then, she just let him go, he stumbles a few steps from her and not precisely because of the alcohol in his system.

“Junior... Or sophomore boy from the school, I see…” She hums, watching him up and down and pierces her eyes to his icy cerulean ones and couldn’t help but grin mischievously.

He frowns in confusion when her corner lips upward into a little smirk. “So, you knew me from the start, huh,” She says, crossing her arms around her chest. Before he's going to say something, the door slams open, “Party is overrrr, get out now,” The shaggy blonde-haired guy exclaims, sounding he was high.

Arthur immediately leaves the room and Ice Wicked.

After he takes the long nap, after a vomit and being sober also everything, he goes to the bathroom for a quick shower. He takes the painkiller that he finds in the cabinet, he takes his shirt off and startles when he sees the hickeys, bruises he has on his neck and lower collarbone. Did that Ice Wicked leaves that marks?

He begins to frustrated that he couldn't remember anything.

Does he manage to talk to Rosalie?

He picks out his phone, trying to check the message if he ever got her number. Instead of that, he just got received many messages from a lot of random contacts.

thiana: hey handsome, hang out later?

audrey: sexy, where are you??

mavis : can't believe you ditch us for that ice wicked.

mavis: call me please xxox

tommy: dude you are the life of the party, come to my next one.

peter: havin fun last night? hope you survive from the ice wicked queen.

danielle: yo, Rosalie asked, which school you transferred?

The message from Danielle catches his attention, now he remembers a little bit that he didn't tell anyone that he was from Burgess High School. He decides to not text any of them, he doesn't know what to think.

Talking to Rosalie that's all he got.

The ice wicked queen, he got to sleep with.

He's going to kill Billy after this.