Stay | Eminem

Chapter 5

I stormed into my apartment and closed the door. I leaned my back against them and sighed. It wasn't frustrated sigh though, it was more likely one dropped in relief. Considering that I've lost my purse and all the stuff in it, it's good to have at least your apartment keys under the rug. I reminded myself to rub it in Shawn's face next time I see him. He's been constantly annoying the living shit out of me by telling me how stupid and dangerous it is. Yeah, having access to your own home when you lost your keys, dangerous my ass. I stepped out of my destroyed Chanel heels and there my mood dropped again. There's nothing I can do to fix them. They look like I owe them for 3 years, not 3 days. I pushed them aside, out of my view. I can't stress out because of the god damn shoes, I did much worse things back there. Oh wait, I can. Did I mention that they're fucking Chanel? Well, slutty shoes for slutty Sarah.

I walked into the bathroom and turn the lights on. My image in the mirror didn't scare me though, my face did manage to look good but Marshall's sweats looked ridiculous on my thin body. Marshall... What I did wasn't something I should be proud of. Neither I'm saying that my drunk state was an excuse. Things got way out of control. I'm not mad at him or his behavior towards me, maybe that's just the way he is. I'm not even mad at myself, I'm just disappointed. I graduated and I'm old enough to start looking for a real job and plan a new kind of life, yet I'm doing the same. Acting like I'm careless teenager that I used to be. Since I was a good student, I attended to collage a year earlier and now, with 21 and a god damn diploma hanging on my wall I should start acting like a mature person. Well it's not literally hanging on my wall but the point is here.

I stepped into the shower and let my body relax in the sense of hot water. As always, it really felt good. I dried my wet skin with a huge towel and then dressed my black yoga pants and grey v-neck t-shirt. I tied my hair into a messy bun and headed to the living room when I heard my home phone ringing. I picked it up and mumbled a quiet 'yeah?'.

"Holy fuck Sarah! I can't believe you! You fucking slept with motherfucking Eminem! Oh my God, do you know that I'm nearly having a heart attack! I mean my best friend spent the night with Eminem, I mean come on, in my craziest dreams I would've never imagined that!" She yelled fully excited.

"Well hello to you too Amy. I'm great and I did have a wonderful day, thank you." I could feel her rolling her eyes.

"Of course you had a wonderful day when you fucked Eminem, come on. If I was you I would've-"

"Can you stop?" I cut her off. "Just don't bring that up, okay?"

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, where are you?" I asked cluless.

"Driving with Denanun. He's giving me a ride home. I can ask him to drop me at your place for a while though."

"Yeah that would be good. I'll see you in few." We said our quick goodbyes and then hang up.

While waiting for Amy I decided to do some cleaning. My house was always clean. I didn't want my home to be mess no matter if Amy or Queen Elizabeth was coming. My absolute hate for cleaning is unquestionable but that is something that always needs to be done in order. Oh well, let's start from the kitchen. My bright white walls and furniture in different shades of beige, yellow and orange really fit my personality. I always wanted everything to be bright and relaxing. Well as much as it looks beautiful, it has its flews, and that's my my dear, constant cleaning. I sang some random song as I walked out of the kitchen and nonchalantly entered the living room. Amy was sitting on the couch and smiled at me. I responded with a raised eyebrow.

"How the hell did you come in?" I asked.

"I found your purse." She grinned and tossed me my bordeaux purse.