Dirty Little Secrets

Chapter 3

            I want to die. This is possibly the worst hangover I have ever had. My head was killing me and I felt like I had been run over by a truck. However I was pretty drunk last night so I wouldn’t doubt it if I actually did. I don’t remember much of last night; just bits and pieces

    I woke up in a bed that seemed to be too small in a room that wasn’t mine. I also woke up next to Charlie! Charlie Cunningham was snoring softly next to me. His face was so peaceful; no lines of worry were etched on his face just yet. He softly grunted and snuggled closer to me. He buried his face into my neck and sighed happily. I kissed his forehead and then lightly brushed my lips across his in a gentle kiss. He smiled as I did so, probably imagining something like that in his dream. I carefully climbed out of bed. Careful as to not wake him, then slipped my clothes back on.

I soon regretted getting up, because I was hit with a blast of cold air. I tip-toed downstairs and looked around, awed at how many people were passed out downstairs. I guess they must’ve gotten into the liquor cabinet after we went upstairs. Zayn's house was really pretty. It had a large white foyer. The living room had a flatscreen and two large couches, i bet the guys like to watch the big game's in here. I walked around the house aimlessly for a couple more minutes before a massive wave of nausea hit me.

I sprinted to the closest downstairs bathroom and hit the floor as fast as I could. Another wave of nausea   came over me and I immediately started retching. Once I stopped, I lay down on the cool tiles and closed my eyes, trying to calm my nerves. Once I regained my composure I pulled myself up and held onto the rim of the toilet. I glanced at the contents and gasped. Why the hell was there glitter in my puke!? I didn’t even remember there being glitter at the party, let alone me consuming it. Then it all came back to me.

Before I caught up with Charlie, Reagan and I made a bet that we both couldn’t eat a tablespoon of glitter. Needless to say, I am the recipient of a brand new twenty dollar bill. One day these drunk games are going to be the death of me, i swear.

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That afternoon as I sat at home reading my human geo textbook, my phone buzzed; unknown number. I picked up anyway. I mean like what’s the fun in life if you only answer the phone to people you know. Who could it be? It could be the creepy pedophile that lives down the road; Maybe? Or what about the nice, confused elderly man that just wants to speak to Joanne. However, when I picked up the phone I was greeted by the voice of the sexiest seventeen year old ever.

His voice, smooth as steel, greeted me kindly. “How is your head?” “Fine” I replied. “I’m sorry I wasn’t awake when you left. I had such an amazing night last night. There was this super hot girl I was with and after some great sex I guess I just fell asleep.” “Oh, a super hot girl you say? Tell me about her.”

“Well she had the most amazing eyes, the deepest richest cocoa brown, and oh her legs; those legs that held me tight, long and slender. She had a nice butt too. But I can’t even begin with her voice, smooth and silky; everything she said was so mesmerizing. And her boobs were nice also, can’t forget the icing on the cake now can we?” “Wow I’ve got some stiff competition then?” “Oh, only the stiffest” I giggled at how coolly he said everything about me, trying ever so slightly to make me jealous. We continued to talk for a few more minutes before we finally hung up.

God, why did he have to be so damn charming all the time? I thought about how charming and sweet Charlie was, and then realized I still had a boyfriend. I called Jason up right then, and broke things off. I guess it was sort of lock stock and barrel of me, but after the party I realized I needed to be free. I never got butterflies in my stomach, like I did with most of my previous ex-boyfriends.