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and fell on top of it. I glanced back at Logan and Drake when neither of them said a word. They were both staring at each other with concern before turning their gazes to me.
“Are you alright Chloe?” Logan asked, stepping into the room ahead of Drake.
“I’m great! I had a couple shots and now I’m all set,” I smiled brightly at them.,“What are you guys doing here? Wait, you’re together, and there’s no blood!”
Both of them continued to stare at me. Logan leaned down beside my bed and looked into my eyes, “Just how many shots have you had love?”
I rolled my eyes at the concern in his voice. Why did he seem so worried, when everything was just fine.
“Only a couple,” I motioned to the bottle on my nightstand, “See, it’s still full, I just opened it tonight.”
Drake glanced at the stand before looking back at me, “Uh Chloe, the bottle is empty.”
I stared at the bottle, noticing he was right. I slapped my hand across my face before laughing, “Whoops! Guess it’s a good thing it’s the cheap stuff, otherwise I’d be seriously drunk right now.”
They both exchanged looks with each other again, their facing growing more concerned. “Chloe honey, you are drunk. Excessively drunk actually,” Logan stated from beside me.
I rolled my eyes again, “Seriously guys, I’m fine. Why are you here?” The world tipped as I spoke and I was glad I was lying on my bed.
Drake spoke up from his spot in front of my bed, “Look Chloe, you’re trashed so I don’t think right now is a good time to talk like we planned. We’ll come back tomorrow,” He glanced at the bottle again, “Or the day after, I’m pretty sure you aren’t going to be up to any talking tomorrow.”
They were both really annoying me at this point. “I said I was fine!” I sat up as I spoke and the world spun around me. My stomach churned and I grabbed the garbage can beside the bed and threw up violently into it. Logan jumped back a couple feet as I continued to throw up. It seemed like hours passed as I kept my head in the can. Finally, there seemed to be nothing left in my stomach and I rolled back onto my bed groaning, “Fuck. Maybe I am drunk.”
Drake chuckled quietly, “No shit Chloe.”
I glared at him, “Just say what you came here to say asshole.”
My insult didn’t seem to faze him as he continued to stare down at me. “We came to tell you to decide who you want. Both of us want you, but what you want is what really matters. Whoever you don’t chose will back off. No questions asked.”
I could see the pain in his eyes as he spoke. The last thing I remember doing before darkness took over was muttering the only truth I knew at that moment. “What if I want both of you?”
The next morning, the world exploded inside my head as I opened my eyes.
“Holy crap! How much did I drink last night?” I yelled. Pain tore into my head with renewed vengeance at the sound. Grabbing my head I moaned and rolled onto my stomach. Finding the pillow, I quickly pulled it over my head to shield myself from the sun shining cheerfully into the room.
I laid there, willing my stomach and head to cooperate with me. After a few minutes of pleading and self-loathing I gave up and slowly slid out from under the pillow. Still clutching my head, I made my way to the desk and grabbed a bottle of water and a couple pills to help my headache. I stood motionlessly for a few minutes before grabbing my bathroom bag and shuffled down the hall toward the showers. I slowly undressed, fearing the pain any sudden movement would cause. After taking the longest shower on record, I made my way back to my room and fell back onto my bed.
As I lay there, images of the previous night started flashing through my mind. Studying with Logan and telling him the truth, the fight, and finally both of them coming here to see me.
What if I want you both? My heart seized as the memory surfaced from my cloudy mind. Had I really told them that? Of course I had, my idiocy really knew no bounds. I shot straight up in bed and my head protested. I ignored the pain as I grabbed my keys and ran from the