Waves: Chapter 11- That Last Shot was a Bad Idea

Waves: Chapter 11- That Last Shot was a Bad Idea

When I wake up I feel a body next to me. Oh god. What have I done? I slowly turn over and sigh with relief when I see that it is just Macy. Though Dean is lying on the other side of her. Good thing is bed is big. I really thought that I had made a mistake last night. Speaking of which, what did happen last night? Because the last thing I remember is doing a couple of body shots with Macy and I was already pretty drunk then. And from the taste of vomit in my mouth, I am pretty sure we had way to much. 

I stand up and go over to the bathroom. Because I am here so often I keep some toiletries in a cupboard so I grab my toothbrush and brush my teeth before having a quick shower and changing out of what I assume is Dean's t-shirt and into a pair of shorts and a loose white t-shirt and some flip flops.

"Oh god. That last shot was a bad idea. In fact the last ten were a bad idea." Dean groans.

"My thinking exactly." I whisper trying to let a sleeping Macy rest.

"Where did you disappear to last night?" He asks as we leave his room.

Luckily it looks like everybody managed to find there way home so we don't have to worry about kicking hungover people out. 

"Disappear?" I look at him as I make my way into the kitchen to pour myself some juice to try and help settle my stomach. 

"Yeah. You were missing for a little while. Macy and I were looking for you." 

I try to think back to last night but it is all a bit blurry. "I don't know. I must have had way to much to drink." I laugh. Oh god. I cannot let that happen again. Not remembering parts of the night before is a little bit scary.

"Yeah, maybe lay off the alcohol a bit. I was worried about you last night." Dean hugs me.

"Thanks." I kiss his cheek and then start to clean the kitchen.

"Don't worry about the cleaning. I hired a cleaning service to come over and real with it all." He informs me.

"Oh, cool. I need to go home. Let me just go and wake up Macy." I say.

"That is okay. I can drop her off later." Dean insists.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it cool. Just let her sleep."

"How am I going to get home?" I ask realising I don't have a ride.

"About that. I have a surprise." He announces, grabbing my hand and pulling me out the front door and around to very large garage.

"What are we doing in here?" I ask confused.

"Think of it as an early birthday present." Dean grins before chucking me a pair of keys and points to a blue soft top jeep which is perfect to take down and carry by surfboards around. 

"I can't accept this." I tell him.

"Take it. Think of it as a loan then. You can pay for your own fuel and give the jeep back when you leave. Now you don't need to ask for lifts. Come on. Please take it." Dean begs me.

"Fine." I sigh. "Thank you. But I am giving it back. I am only borrowing it." I tell him.

"Fine by me." He grins. "Now go. Have fun driving."

"Will do." I smile before getting in.

Did my friend just get me a freaking jeep? 

I drive to the hotel and park over by the staff car park, not really knowing where else to park my car. I then make my way up to the penthouse where I find a very pissed of looking Linda.

"Where have you been? I had a another charity ball that I wanted you to attend last night." Linda says annoyed at me.

"How was I meant to know? You didn't tell me earlier. And what is the point of me going? So that you can look good. Oh, look at Linda who has taken in that poor girl and inviting her to fancy gala's. She is such a good mother. No, a good mother would have fought for me. Would have stayed in touch or visited. She would actually seen time with me and ask me what my interests are or how was my day at school. Do you even know anything about me at all?" I rant. It seems the only conversations with my mother are arguments. Or the same argument over and over.

"Of course I know those things about you. I am your mother." she insists.

"Okay, then what classes am I taking this year? Who are my friends? What grades do I get? Do you know any of those. Do you even know what my favourite colour is?" 

"Of course. It is purple." she says.

"No, actually it is blue. Wouldn't be that hard to guess if you ever went into my room. You are not my mother. You are a stranger." 

"This isn't all my fault. You always loved him more than me. And I invite you to things. And instead you go off with boys and get drunk. Acting like an ungrateful slut who doesn't even appreciate the fact that I took you in when you needed me." Mum yells at me stunning me into silence.

"Mum!" I turn to see Layla. "How can you say that to her! You haven't spent any time with her since she has been here. Though thats not any different than how you treat me. And she is not a slut. She doesn't go sleeping around with anything that moves. She just needs to blow of her steam because her dad..." she pauses. "... our dad, is missing. And she is worried sick about him. And instead of comforting her you are using her and telling her about what a horrible person he is. So knock it off okay?" Layla finishes stunning me even more.

"Honey.. I-"

"No, mum." She continues. "No excuses. Just go to whatever meeting you have." Layla orders and Linda grabs her purse before walking out of the penthouse.

"Thanks." I finally speak.

"I didn't do it for you. He is my dad too." she says before turning to go back into her room.

Maybe Layla not's so bad after all?