Chapter Eleven: Collision

"Azania?" someone's shrill voice cut through my dream filled slumber, dragging me back into the cruel world of reality. I was immediately reminded of my sins last night as my head started throbbing like I had a woodpecker on my back. A grumble escaped my lips as I tried to ignore whoever the hell it was who dared wake me up on a weekend and tried to go back to sleep. But of course, the universe was always out to get me, so it came as no surprise when my bedroom door burst open and my comforter was rudely yanked away from my body.

"It's almost noon Azania. You may get out of bed now." my dad said teasingly and disappeared out of my room. My face was still buried in my pillow as my mind started racing with the events that happened the previous night. The date, Kevin, our argument, my binge drinking, puking all over Jackass' bathroom floor, the breakdown, the wine and the midnight swim. How did I get so drunk? Tsk tsk Azania.

I forced my tired and worn out body out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom. A hot shower was all I needed right now. That, and Adcodol with a glass of apple juice. I stripped from my SpongeBob pyjamas and stepped into the hot shower and instantly relaxed as the warm water cascaded over my curves, releasing the tension that had built up overnight. How was I going to face him now? I had a very inappropriate night with my principal. It even sounds as sick as it actually is. Even though I was indirectly drowning in a pool of regret, I wouldn't do it any different. I had fun last night, real fun. In fact, I had more fun last night than I had in a long time. I mulled over this contradiction as I washed my hair with my favourite strawberry shampoo. How was I going to act in front of him? Was he going to act any different after the night we had? God, I make it sound like we had dirty sex in the pool. I could feel my face burn as that thought crossed my occupied mind and I quickly pushed it far away. I could not think about him in that way. In fact, I was going to pretend that I forgot everything that happened last night, for both our sakes. My fingers had already started to prune so I shut the shower off and wrapped a towel around my body and another around my head. I kept my eyes fixed on my reflection as I brushed my teeth. Something was different about me. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. A small smile flirted on my lips after I rinsed my mouth, I wonder what it is. I walked out of my ensuite and into my bedroom only to bump into the person that had been occupying my mind since I woke up. He had somehow managed to turn around and catch me before I fell, but unfortunately, my towel hadn't been so lucky.

"OH MY GOD!" I shrieked the same time he said, "Oh dear God."

I scrambled to grab my towel and put it back on but somehow, it had tangled itself in between his legs and around my left ankle. So, when I bowed down to get it, my cheek brushed against his manhood, making him hiss through his teeth. I didn't have time to blush or react because he suddenly bowed down as well to help me retrieve the fallen towel, causing us to bump heads. I stumbled backwards and landed on my naked behind, and this caused him to stumble forwards and land on top of me, because of the darn towel that was still tangled between us. I could feel every part of his chiselled body the moment he landed on top of me. And I mean EVERY part. His bulge somehow rubbed against the most sensitive part of my body and I accidently breathed out a moan. This made both of us stiffen and freeze. His crystal blue eyes were wide as they gazed into my hazel ones. A few seconds passed, both of us stuck in our frozen state. The digging of his belt into my waist and his growing member snapped me out of it and I screeched. Seconds later, he was off of me and a towel was thrown over my naked body. His face was flushed as he avoided eye contact with me, which I was grateful for.

"Ur-uhm ... Ur, I-I ca-came ... I came to get you ... your uhm ... your dad said I should take you for your uhm ... your check-up." He stumbled and I just stared at him with wide eyes and a flushed face. He must have noticed my inability to speak as he cleared his throat and nodded.

"I'll let you get dressed. Meet me at the house once you're ready." He said with finality and bolted out of my room. I stayed seated on the carpeted floor, trying to figure out what in the world had just happened. He just saw me naked. The first guy to ever see me naked was the Jackass Principal Matthews. I was so embarrassed. As if the midnight rendezvous weren't enough, this just had to happen. If I thought I would have difficulty facing him before, then I was mistaken because it was nearly impossible to look at him now! I just had to moan, didn't I? His rock-hard member brushed against my lady parts and I moaned. What the fuck was wrong with me? After a lot more self-scolding, and a groan, I finally managed to stand up and put some lotion on my already dry body. I feel so stupid. My hair was almost dry, so I just vigorously dried it with my towel, knowing that I was going to regret it later. I was still flushed when I put on a matching pair of white lace bra and knickers. After putting on a pair of a dark washed daisy dukes, paired with a plain white vest, a long cream wool cardigan and white converse, I brushed my curly hair and piled it up on top of my head in a messy bun. I sprayed on some of my Chanel no.5 perfume, grabbed my sunglasses, side bag with all my necessities and headed to the main house. My heart was beating profusely as I slowly made my way to the kitchen, where I knew Jackass would be waiting for me. I wasn't ready to face him, but I had to, so I sucked it up and walked into the kitchen with some confidence in my step.

He didn't look up from his tablet when I walked in, and I was somewhat disappointed. It was completed silence when I grabbed a bowl of grapes from the fridge and settled in a chair across Mr I-look-hot-in-a-plain-white-tee-and-dark-jeans. I popped a grape in my mouth and watched him intently, hoping he would look at me, but he didn't. He did, however, stand up and head to the fridge. I munched on my grapes while he rummaged around in the cabinets, only to place a bowl of plain vanilla ice cream in front of me with a spoon and half a cup of crushed Oreos. I scrunched my eyebrows and looked up to ask him what the ice cream was for, but he beat me to it.

"It helps with the hangover. Oreo ice-cream beats a bloody Mary any day." He said in a shy, small voice. I gaped at him in awe, not believing what was happening.

"You may say thank you, you know. I'm pretty sure it won't kill you." he taunted and went back to his seat with his own bowl of ice cream. I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever. Thank you, Anthony." I said in a small voice of my own.

"Wow, I'm Anthony now? I need to call The Herald and let them know." He mocked and I chuckled slightly.

"You're still a jackass." I stated, remembering our conversation from last night and scooped some ice cream into my mouth. He smirked, obviously thinking about the same thing.

"Glad to see that nothing has changed then." His voice was velvet soft, and his eyes mesmerizing.

"How are you feeling?" he asked before I could comment on his statement.

"Better than I deserve." I mumbled and had another spoonful. This ice cream was amazing! He chuckled and grabbed my spoon from my hand. Rude much?

"That is not how this hangover ice cream is eaten. You have to add the crushed Oreos into the ice cream before you eat it." he did as he explained and added the cup of crushed Oreos in my ice cream, and then added a few drops of Tobasco sauce; then did the same with his. He handed me my spoon back after I glared at him for about 5 seconds.

"Tobasco? In ice cream?" I said eyeing my bowl suspiciously.

"Ask no questions, hear no lies. You'll thank me for this." He said defensively and attended to his own ice cream. I rolled my eyes, again, and decided to ignore him. A few minutes stretched between us until both of our ice creams were done. He cleared his throat, forcing me to look up at him.

"Uhm, about this morning ..." he started, looking like a red tomato but I immediately cut him off.

"Don't mention it. We're even now." I said confidently, trying to prevent the blush that threatened to creep onto my cheeks.

"I guess you're right." He admitted and stood up, gathering his tablet and keys.

"Ready to go?" he asked.

"Sure. Where is Gia?" I asked as I gathered my own belongings and followed him out of the house.

"Yoga; or Pilates ... or something." He muttered with a hint of annoyance in his voice. O-kay.

"Nice." I chirped and moved to open the door of his BMW, but he stopped me.

"What do you think you are doing?" he asked beguiled.