Exposed Tushie

Grant woke up and instinctively pulled his hair to relieve his head from the throbbing pain. He tried to recall the events that transpired after their group left the graduation ball. Unfortunately, he could not remember a single thing and the harder he tried to squeeze his brain, the more his head would hurt.

Suddenly, Grant gagged and covered his mouth with his hands. He gagged one more time and felt a surge of unknown concoction from his stomach come up to his throat. He immediately ran to the bathroom, gasping along the way when he felt the sea breeze brush on his exposed tushie. Upon entering the bathroom, he immediately knelt down by the toilet bowl, throwing up all the contents in his stomach until nothing but a green bitter liquid came out of his insides.

Once he was done, he snatched a fresh fluffy white robe from the linen rack, washing his face thereafter. He stared at his reflection in the mirror and frowned at how lost and dehydrated he looked like. Once he's done, he strode towards the bedroom to find more clues about last night and to his surprise, another naked man welcomed him.

F*ck! Grant cursed again and again in his mind. He could feel his world spin as he tried to digest what happened. He cupped his buttocks and felt relieved upon the absence of pain in that area.

"Oh my gah! Did we just have s*x?" the guy asked in his just-woke-up voice, he was yawning and stretching his arms as if nothing serious had happened. Grant stared daggers at the other naked guy on the queen-size bed.

"No sh*t. The f*ck have you done to me, Hugo!" Grant accused, throwing a shoe towards his friend's face that landed on the wall instead.

"Relax. I don't think we had s*x. There's no blood on the bed… And…" Hugo's hands were up in the air as if in surrender but before he could finish what he's about to say, the door sprang open, and in came Cora with a worried expression on her face. She was calling the lobby for a breakfast service when a loud thud from the bedroom stole her attention, notifying her the the two clowns had woken up.

"Guys, get ready in five. We're going to the clinic." Cora's serious tone added confusion to Hugo and Grant. What clinic? Why? Their heads were aching so bad that they did not bother to ask why and just follow as they were told.

Last night, Jenny was sprinting towards Lucas's bedroom when she heard a familiar voice not far from her. She abruptly stopped in her tracks and tiptoed towards where the voice was coming from and found Zoey's head peeking out of a dark corner. She could hear Zoey say 'no' repeatedly that her heart started to race, afraid of what's looming behind the dark alley. She held her stiletto heel as her weapon, ready to attack anytime.

"William! You as*hole!" Jenny screamed, her nose flaring up in anger. She threw her shoe on the guy who's about to pull his pants down and do unfathomable things to her friend. William quickly rose and shoved Jenny on the wall to which her head bled on the impact. After she gained her balance back, she quickly carried Zoey in her arms, her friend's weight a piece of cake for her all thanks to her years of gymnastics training and her adrenaline immediately responding to the situation.

Lucas had finished taking a shower when he heard a frantic knocking on the door so he hastily put on his shirt and jogger pants. To his surprise, he saw Jenny with blood dripping on her forehead carrying Zoey in her arms. He carefully lifted the mumbling Macaw away from her, and asked, "What happened to your head?" However, before she could give him a reply, Zoey violently shook on the bed, her mouth started to form bubbles of saliva.

Lucas ran to dial a number on his phone and followed the instructions of the person on the other line. He loosened up Zoey's clothing and took her to the bathroom, dipping her in the tub with running cold water. He was told that he needed to cool off Zoey's burning body, a side-effect from a drug overdose. When he saw Zoey ease up a bit after being submerged in water, he left the bathroom to attend to Jenny's concussion.

He was steps away from Jenny when the girl started swaying. On the other corner of the room, Jenny stood in a daze, her mind spun endlessly on a loop.

"Babe!" Lucas nervously called out to her, his endearment making her smile behind all the blood and sweat that painted her face. And before her world faded into abysmal darkness, she forced herself to walk closer to him, falling into his arms when her legs started to turn jelly. She uttered words that turned Lucas's steel heart into fine dust.

Those words… it felt like a dying wish.

"I want to hear that name again, Lucas."

Edited by Swaning