My eyes flew open and I looked around. I was still in the same bed I remembered from last night. I sat up and my head was about to burst. I looked down, realizing I no longer had my jeans and tee-shirt on. I was in my panties and a shirt three times larger than me.
I stood up and walked around slowly. It looked like this guy was a geek. Everything was Star Wars and Harry Potter, I noticed. I walked back to the bed when I saw my pants on the floor. I quickly put them back on and saw a note on the bed.
"Hello and good morning. I didn't want to wake you, so come in the living room when you're up.
I looked around and found the door. Putting the note in my pocket, I opened the door and heard a TV from a couple rooms down. I looked around as I walked, actually being able to appreciate how beautiful the house was. They even had some of my favorite artist's, Thomas Kinkade, paintings up. I found my way to the living room where a familiar boy was watching TV on the couch, on his laptop.
He saw me after a few seconds. "Hey!" He closed his laptop and jumped up and stared at me. "Are you okay? Do you want something to eat?"
I shook my head.
He stared at me like he didn't believe me. "You must be starving. Sit down. I'll make you breakfast."
I followed him into the large kitchen and sat at the counter. I pulled out my phone, only to find it dead. I looked around for a clock.
"It's noon." He told me. He must've seen me trying to figure it out. He was staring at me. I only stared back, but with more attitude and unhappiness in my eyes. After a few seconds he blushed and them turned back to the oven to make me pancakes.
"How are you feeling?" He asked me with his back turned.
I didn't answer and looked at the TV to see what he was watching. It seemed like it was Family Guy.
"Hello? I'm asking you a question. What's your name?"
"Nice to meet you, Madison. I'm Logan." He waited a minute for me to answer, but gave up when he realized I wasn't going to. "Do you want me to take you home?"
He turned the oven off and faced me with two plates of pancakes. He set them both down and got syrup, forks, and butter knifes for both of us. "Do you not want to go home?"
I picked up the fork he gave me and picked at the pancakes and shook my head.
"I don't exactly know you, and my parents think you're some random chick I don't know. Why were you at the bar last night?"
I ignored him.
He seemed offended and hurt. "Are you just not gonna talk to me?"
Again, I ignored him.
"Hey, I saved your butt last night, you owe me."
I stood up. "Give me my keys."
He stared at me. "Give me my shirt."
I lifted his shirt over my head so I was left standing in my bra and pants. I threw it at him and walked to his room, finding my shirt. I looked on his desk and found my keys just sitting there. I walked out and got in the car, starting it.
He came running out. "Where do you think you're going?!"
I backed up and he ran to the passenger side. I pretended not to see him and continued to back up. He jumped in the car and started laughing.
I turned on my radio and turned it up as loud as possible.
He stared at me, mad that I ignored him.
If he knew what was good for him, he would stay away from me. Even better, he would run away. I was mute 90% of time, and I didn't feel bad whatsoever. He needs to leave me alone, like everyone else. I'll make him if he doesn't.