A drunken Eve
1340 Words
Eve’s POV
It is morning.
Ugh.
My head hurt like a truck had just run over it, and I groaned as the soft morning lights that seeped through the curtains hit my closed eyes. Slowly opening my eyes, I winced at the dull throb pulsing through my head and the sunlight that hit my eyes.
I sat up sluggishly on the bed and rubbed my temples gently with my fingers in a futile effort to get rid of the hangover headache.
I had drunk myself to stupor, hadn’t I?
I tried to piece together the events of last night when I had gotten drunk, but I could come up with nothing, and I stopped myself from thinking any further and resolved to the belief that after I had probably passed out from my drunken state, Jade had come to fetch just like she always did.
It was nothing more than that.
“Morning, sunshine.” Jade chirped in, holding a small tray that contained a bowl of soup in her hand. She set it down on the bedside table close to me. “Figured you’d need this.”
“What is that?” I glanced at the soup, still groggy from sleep.
“Hangover soup, duh.”
Deeply exhaling through my mouth, I gingerly took the bowl and sip from it. The warm liquid was comforting. A little pungent, yes. But it immediately soothed my stomach.
“So,” Jade said, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as a teasing smile played on her lips as if she had some inside joke running through her head. “Do you remember anything from last night?”
“No.” I answered without even allowing myself the grace to recall anything again. “Why? Did something happen? Did I curse someone, maybe?”
“Oh, trust me when I say you did more than that.” There was a teasing lilt in Jade’s voice, causing me to pause mid-sip and narrow my eyes at her.
“What did I do? Did I cause a scene?”
The only thing I had known myself to do whenever I was drunk was curse at people. It was unusual for me to cause a scene.
“Well…” Jade intentionally let her voice trail, clearly enjoying herself. “Let’s just say you owe Stefan a big thank you.”
At the mention of his name, I almost choked on my soup and coughed as I managed to stop the warm liquid from passing through the wrong side of my throat.
Stefan? What happened between Stefan and me?
“You were very drunk last night, and I’m guessing the both of you met at the bar. I was surprised to see him at our door with you on his back.”
I froze, and my eyes shot wide open as she gave me more details of what had transpired last night. Was she telling the truth or just fabricating a story that she knew would throw me off the cliff?
“You are joking.” I muttered with a strained voice as I shook my head at Jade and set the bowl down to the bedside table.
“I’m not kidding.” Jade laughed as she gave more details, while the hot blush that had crept up my face was enough to tell me that my face had turned a shade of crimson. “He carried you. On his back. Through the lobby, up the elevator, all the way here.”
“Oh god!” I groaned into my hands, my face even more flushed with embarrassment. I could not believe myself to imagine that Stefan of all people had carried me all the way here while I was drunk. Why couldn’t he just leave me alone?!
“I’m never drinking again.” I promised myself, and Jade laughed and nudged at me.
“Oh, come on. It wasn’t that bad. At least you didn’t do anything more embarrassing.”
I lifted my head to look at her.
More embarrassing? The gods! What did I do again?
“Define 'more embarrassing’.”
Jade shrugged with a smirk. She was enjoying this. This crazy b***h was enjoying my misery! Maybe I should just scratch that smirk off her face.
“You may have mumbled something about his muscles while you were on his back. He didn’t seem to mind, though.”
I gasped now, completely mortified by her revelation. The ground should just open up this instant and swallow me whole.
“I didn’t!”
“You totally did!” Jade burst into laughter. “Relax; it was cute. Besides, he seemed to be pretty flattered.”
Oh god! How did I let myself get into this situation? How was I supposed to face Stefan now? I should just die now.
“Don’t worry too much, Eve.” Jade placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “The conference is over today. You won’t have to see him again.”
Right! How did I forget that?
I did an ecstatic backflip dance in my head, and relief washed over me. I would be leaving today and never have to cross paths with him ever again. That was like a breath of fresh air.
But why did a small part of me feel slightly disappointed at the reminder?
Why was I feeling like I would miss him?
I shook the thought of my head. No. I would be leaving today, and that was a good thing. Stefan could rot in hell for all I cared.
My phone buzzing on the nightstand cut through my thoughts, and I glanced at the caller ID to see that it was a video call from Jameson. My face brightened instantly at the sight of his name, and I did not waste any time answering the call.
“My sweetest pie.” I greeted him as his cute, smiling face greeted the screen.
“Mummy!”
I laughed at his contagious happiness.
“How are you doing, my little pumpkin?”
“Not fine.” His laughter was replaced by a small, sad pout on his lips. “I miss you. When are you coming back home?”
“I’ll be back today, my sweet.” I laughed again at his adorable expression. “Later this afternoon.”
“Yay!” He grinned, bouncing a little on his bed. “Can’t wait!”
“Me too. Have you been eating well?”
“Yes, mummy! Nanny Carlisle feeds me well. She made me a smoothie and oatmeal pancakes for breakfast.”
“Look at that! Aren’t you enjoying yourself?”
“I am, Mummy. But I still want you here.”
“Don’t worry, my little pumpkin. You’ll see me soon, okay?”
“Okay, mummy! Byeeeee!” He waved enthusiastically at me, and I waved back.
“Bye, my sweet.”
As the call ended, I set the phone down, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. I could not wait to return to my pack and to my normal life with Jameson. The conference was over, and with it, any chance of crossing paths with Stefan again.
I should be happy. Not disappointed.
“I’ll go get your dress ready for our trip back to the pack.” Jade said to me with a wink as she rose up from the bed again. “Make sure you finish your soup.”
With her gone, I sighed deeply and picked the soup again. As I sipped from it, I couldn’t still shake the odd, lingering feeling that maybe, just maybe, a small part of me would miss Stefan.
No.
I quickly brushed the thought aside again. This was for the best. I had my new life, and he had his. There was no point dwelling in the past.
Stefan was dead to me, and Jameson was my new breath of fresh air that was gifted to me by the gods. I would never take that for granted.
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