Hey, Billionaire

Chapter Two - Back Pain

I groaned as sharp pain elicited from back the moment I shifted in my bed to find a more comfortable position. "Hmmm." Despite the pain, the pleasure I get from sleeping won me over. I tried to tuck myself back under the duvet. And I failed because I felt nothing but my bare skin on my lower body that was supposed to be covered by the thick material.

Ugh. It must have fallen off.

I laid there not moving for a good solid five minutes. Just then I realized that I've been hearing a clock. It was ticking and I grimaced at the sound it made. It was the ugliest sound to ever exist. Since when did I even have a ticking clock in my room?

Could be a bomb waiting to set off. Hmmm.

However, the irritating sound continued harrasing my poor hearing. So I opened my eyes and was greeted by a blinding light. Who pulled the curtains to the side?? I huffed as the sunlight kept assaulting my eyes. I moved to the side of the bed, careful to not move too much or it would be one of a hell experience. And then, I sat. Or at least tried to.

"Why does my back hurts so much?" I whispered to myself in hopes of remembering what did I do to myself to be in such pain. "Okay, 1, 2," Inhaling pretty deep. "...3!" I sat quickly.

"Ah! Hurts, hurts," I winced.

That was the only movement that I did and I was already breathing like I was almost drowned.

When my eyes darted to the floor, I saw my clothes scattered all over. It was a mess. An absolute mess. But isn't that my clothes last night? I eyed my body, eyes widening as I realized I was naked from head to toe. Well, not really. I still have my—uhm, uh–underwear.

My face burned at the sudden realization. I quickly glanced at the newly placed clock hanging just above the door. 7 o'clock. That's a relief, 7 o'clock means more time before Harry comes up knocking and waking me up.

My vision fell back to the clothes and next ro my body. Why was I naked? In frustration I couldn't help but groan, burrying my face in my hands so the sound was muffled. Then I groaned again. And scowled. Why in the world does my face felt sticky?! I touched my cheeks once more. Damn right, it was sticky!

In an attempt to hurriedly go to the bathroom sink to wash whatever disgusting thing was on my face off, I stood up completely forgetting my back pain. The action resulted me, on the floor after I landed on my butt with thud. Oww. That moment, all I wanted was to crawl my way to the bathroom.

Whining, I laid to the floor where my clothes were, knowing for a fact that If I lay on the cold floor with nothing else my Mom would smack me even though she's not here. And not that she really will. I was never hit.

Deciding it would be better to actually know what happened to me in the last few hours and what situation brought me in this suffering, my mind began to do flashbacks. I couldn't help but feel hurt, feeling a pang of pain my chest. So I got drunk because Evan gave me a strong drink even though he knew I couldn't handle alcohol well. Now I'm lying on the floorwith a masive headache and back pain. Probably even had s*x with someon I don't know.

My eyes began to tear up at the thought.

I remembered dancing with someone. The pair of dark green eyes stood out among the others last night. He was handsome, I could tell. But the fact that all I could say about him was 'he was handsome' made me feel like a total dumb. Dumb for having s*x with someone I barely know. Dumb for not having the guts to say no to my best friend when he was dragging me there.

Is this even my room?

I roamed my eyes around. I saw a familiar baby blue curtains, familiar navy blue California king sized bed, and familiar navy blue pillows on the bed and on the floor. I gasped. This is my room! My eyes widened, did I bring someone over?! No. I didn't, did I? But what if I did?? Mom would be disappointed.

A sound erupted from my door, followed by a series of gentle knocks. At first I was confused until the door opened. The action seemed to happen so slow that I had the time to think what was gonna happen if the door was opened fully.

"Don't open the door any further!" I winced. "Please?"

"Green? Are you alright? You're up early?" Harry who sounded troubled said. I nodded but after realizing he couldn't see me from where he was I replied, "I'm fine. I-uh, just had a problem sleeping."

"Are you sick? Do you want me to check your temperature?" and the door swung slightly. "No!" I laughed awkwardly. My heart was thumping so fast I thought I was having a heart attack. "I'm good, Harry. Really."

"So uhm, uh why don't you help Mom prepare breakfast downstairs. I'm sure Mom will appreciate your help." Please say yes. Please say yes.

"Alright. You sure there's nothing wrong?" He inquired again, sounding so worried. I smiled, "Nothing I can handle, Potter."

"Fine." I thought he was leaving but before the door closed he greeted, "Good morning, Tea."

I chuckled at the nickname he aways insisted calling me. I relaxed at the same time. Now the only thing I would have to do was to get dressed. Good thing Harry didn't open the door.

He wouldn't like the sight of a boy in a panty for sure.