10. Where is my p***e?

Alexandra

I went directly into Clarissa's room, without trying to be quiet. I was sure she was still sleeping. Good, let her feel my rage. Why did she always have to interfere?

            My suspicions proved correct; she wasn't awake yet. One of her hands was lifted above her head on the pillow, while she was on her back. She had her cute tiny sleeping dress on which I could easily see because her sheets were covering only her tummy.

            Next to her, unsurprisingly, was Ethan. He was shirtless for sure. He was making some small snoring noises, while lying on his stomach, hugging his pillow. All of his back was naked and I would have been impressed by his wide shoulders if I wasn't so angry. They did not hear me coming.

            "Clarissa!" I yelled, causing both of them to jump up and turn to me with their mouths open. "Clarissa, how could you? Why did you... seriously? Writing to him from my phone? Pretending it was me..." I gasped for air, suffocated by my rage.

            As the realization of last night's events hit her sleepy head, she said with a raspy voice "I had to. You were moping too much."

            "What is that supposed to mean? No, never mind. Why didn't you just dance and ignore me?" I yelled.

            "Because of that poor guy." She said, wiping the sleep from her face with her palms.

            "What guy?" I asked.

            "That rock band singer," Ethan said.

            "What about him?" I ask, annoyed that Ethan was taking part in this.

            "You were rude. He was so nice and really hot." Clarissa explained and looked a bit embarrassed at the man in her bed. "Sorry, Ethan. No offense."

            "None taken. I guess he was cool." He looked back at the blond next to him.

            I glanced between both of them, they were smiling at each other. Their calmness made me even angrier. It was as if they thought that I was going crazy for no reason.

            "Ethan, tell me that at least you don't have anything to do with this." I stared at him, question in my voice.

            "Well..." He started with an apologetic look.

            "Great!" I rolled my eyes and started pacing in front of their bed… Clarissa's bed.

            "No, it's not like we planned this together or something. I just knew what she would do." He tried to defend himself.

            "And even for a second, the thought that you could stop her didn't cross your mind?" I stared again in him, knowing that he wasn't the one to blame.

            "Alex, look I am sorry. I could say it was the alcohol, but really I think I would’ve done it if I was sober too. It was time for someone to do something." Clarissa explained while getting up.

            Nothing could be undone now and maybe it wasn't all that bad... the result of it, I mean. Clarissa was like that. I couldn’t change her. My hangover was pressing for me to stop this fight for now.

            "What's done is done!" I said, acceptance in my calmer voice. "Where is my phone?"

            "I left it in your room, but I guess you haven't been there yet." She grinned at me with evil eyes.

            "Don't start that again!" I warned her.

            "Oh, come on! You know you will tell me everything later."

            "Baby, maybe you should let her calm a bit for now, huh?" Ethan gently said to my cousin.

            "Oh, 'baby' already?" I teased them.

            "Shut up!" Clarissa said and tossed her pillow at the door as I walked out of there, smirking.

            I went to my room and grabbed my mobile from the table. I fast went to read the messages that she had sent to Michael. My anger resurfaced as I read them.

            "Would you finally come over here? I am waiting for you."

            What the hell was Clarissa thinking?!

            "If you care for me - you will come fast!"

            No wonder Michael was so confused last night.

            I tossed my phone on the couch and went to the kitchen to make myself a coffee. This hangover was the last I needed right now. I had to think straight and calculate the damage on my work-lust relationship with my boss. Memories of him coming outside the bar and us arguing and then his hand on my waist and the car came in foggy waves. His small apartment and how hard was it was for me to fall asleep, then the pancakes. It all started to clear up the more I thought about it while I was sitting on the small kitchen table, holding a hot mug of black coffee.

            Clarissa's voice came from the hall and seconds later she and Ethan entered the room.

            "Mmm, the amazing smell of coffee after an amazing night with an amazing guy," she said, looking as happy as she can be and went to get herself a cup. "You want some?" She asked Ethan. He nodded, smiling back at her.

            "Good to see you both dressed." I teased them.

            "Oh, come on! We are not twelve anymore. If we were... then we were very naughty kids in the past 13-ish hours." Clarissa returned my joke.

            "I am glad we are not twelve anymore. It was fun, but not as much as it can be now." Ethan said, wiggling his eyebrows.

            "Yeah, what is more fun than messing with people's phones?" I said and both of them stared at me, so I childishly stick my tongue out to them.

            We all laughed and I felt relieved that there weren't any bad feelings between us after all. Yes, she did something bad, but in the end, it might have helped clear things out with Michael. She did it because she cared for me. I couldn't stay mad at her for too long, I loved her.

            "So what are you, guys, up to for the rest of the weekend?" Ethan sipped from his mug.

            "Nothing much," I said, watching how a stray cat was walking on the lawn outside the window.

            "We can go to the bar again." Clarissa offered.

            "O, no way! I am still hung over." I refused.

            "Where did you disappear last night, anyway?" The blond angel, Clarissa, asked me.

            "Not telling you." I grinned at her.

            "Ooow, there is something juicy, I can feel it!" She teased me and put her face in her palms as she leaned to place her elbows on the table. "Do tell!"

            "Nope, not gonna happen!" I shook my head.

            "Okay, so can I offer something? Alex, you can thank me later for saving you." He winked at me, knowing that Clarissa will see it. "My aunt gave me this house here, but she also inherited the cabin near the lake. Have you, guys, been there?"

            Clarissa and I looked at each other, puzzled, then shook our heads and said together "No."

            "Then let's go there for the weekend. The lake is just outside the town. We can pack and go there for a night. Some sun, fresh air and clean water will be fun. What do you say?" He sold the idea to us.

            "No way... that we aren't going!" Clarissa joked and jumped from her place, excited. "I will pack my new bathing suit. Time to try it!"

            "Alex, are you coming?" Ethan showed his perfect white teeth.

            "I guess it will be nice to rest a bit in nature," I answered, feeling the need to call my boss and drag him with us.

            "That's so cool! Let's finish this coffee, guys. We have packing to do!" The angel ordered.

            "Yeah, not that much packing. It's only a day, Clarissa." I reminded her.