They Don't Know About Us

Chapter 20

A/N: CAN I JUST SAY ONE THING?

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Grace's POV

Oh gosh.

These were pretty much my first thoughts as I woke up the next morning.

I sat up slowly, rubbing my forehead and looking around. I don't even remember what time I got home last night but my head pounded slightly and I felt so sore in the legs.

Probably those darn heels.

I knew a few things for sure this morning. First of all, I didn't get drunk but I did have some alcohol... somewhat. I could tell by my aching head. It wasn't real bad, but it wasn't just... how it normally feels.

Secondly, I obviously hadn't lost my memory of last night because I didn't get drunk. Which I shouldn't be doing at wild parties anyway because well, I'm underage and that's bad. I didn't want to go to jail and then die.

Thirdly, I was never wearing heels again. Those things flipping murdered my feet.

Next, Chris came to talk to me. That didn't get very far because Jake showed up.

Then Jake showed up.

I don't even know what happened between us last night. He definitely made me feel nervous but I had butterflies in my stomach. Why would I have those if I didn't feel something for him? I can't like him because he's Jake. Funny, sweet, gorgeous, smart, caring, imaginative, amazingly perfect Jake.

I must just care about him. That's obviously the reason. I still can't over Chris. Chris is pretty much perfection. He's hot as... and cute... and good at sports... and you know, things. I should talk to him when I can. Jake had no reason to make these decisions for me. I wanted to be with Chris. Everyone makes mistakes. I guess what Chris did was his mistake.

Wow good job Grace. You successfully went on a pointless rant.

Okay so I'm going to get up, go have something to eat and enjoy my weekend. Weekends are great. I can do chores and get my homework done.

Three knocks at my door took me out of my thoughts that let's face it, weren't going anywhere.

"Hey Gracie. How are you feeling?" Jake asked, leaning against my door frame. I totally wasn't staring at him when his arm muscles flexed as he folded his arms. Nope.

"Alright." I told him.

"Hit that cider fairly hard didn't you?" He chuckled.

"It was only three!" I protested. "Barely anything."

"That still has alcohol in it. Something you my dear, can't have."

"Shut up." I mumbled.

"Sorry what was that?" Jake walked towards me.