The Boy I Used to Know*The Kid Laroi Story*

Chapter Three

I wake up to hearing music playing off in the distance. I am laying in a huge bed that I don't recognize, and a room that is unfamiliar. I am trying to recall what happened last night to piece together where I am, but everything is such a blur. I can hardly even remember how my party went. My head is unbearably pounding, and I'm starting to feel sick. I crane my head around quick, and spot a door to a bathroom in the corner of this huge room. I jump up and run to the bathroom as quick as I can. After I empty my guts into the toilet, I walk back into the bedroom and spot a note on the nightstand by the bed. The note reads "eat me" with 2 Tylenol's next to it and a glass of water. After I take the meds, I begin to wonder where I am. Did I go home with a random stranger from my party last night? I don't think I would go home with a random person, but what if I did? As I'm thinking, I realize I'm not in the dress I was wearing last night, I'm in an oversized shirt that basically looks like a dress on me. Oh no, did I have sex last night? I wouldn't, would I? Of course you wouldn't Theresa, but you were drunk so you weren't in control of yourself, I thought to myself.

I slowly began to panic with all the thoughts running through my brain. I made my way to the door and walked out into the hallway. I could still hear music playing, so I decide to walk towards the source. I am terrified of who I will see, but I need to get answers about what happened last night before I go insane. As I walk, the music gets louder and louder. I turn around a corner and I'm met with what looks like a living room mixed with a game room. The music is loud and I see two people at the pool table, playing pool. As I slowly walked towards the table, one of the boys turns and I can finally make out who it is. Justin? Justin freaking Bieber!!??

I was in such shock that I think I squealed. I turned around trying to make my way back to the bedroom, but my clumsy self tripped over my own feet. I fell straight on my face. "Fuck," I yelled because I knew they had to have heard me. I put my hand on the wall, trying to push myself up, when I heard feet walking towards me.
"Tess, are you okay?" Tess? Are you fucking kidding me? Am I at Charlton fucking Howard's house?

"Yeah, I'm fine," I say as I stand up. I look down and realize I'm still just wearing the oversized shirt.

"Where are my clothes, Charlie?"

"I'm currently washing your dress, you puked on it last night so I gave you my shirt to sleep in."

"Oh," is all I could say.

"Oh where are my manners. Justin, this is Theresa. Theresa, this is Justin."

"I know," I said.

"It's nice to meet you, Theresa. I've heard a lot about you, believe me," Justin said laughing.

"It's nice to meet you too. I love your music!"

"Well thank you! I'll leave you two alone so you can talk or what not. Charlton, I'll be in here playing pool."

"Sounds good, mate." I turned around and began to walk back towards the bedroom. Charlton's walking right behind me practically on my heels. Once we get to the bedroom, he turns around and closes the door behind us.

"What am I doing here, Charlie?"

"Do you not remember anything from last night?" He asks.

"If I'm being honest, I don't really remember much. That's why I want you to tell me why I'm here. What happened?"

"Well, your mom invited me to your party last night. I met you on the balcony, and you were not happy to see me at all. You began drinking and left the party. You didn't tell anyone where you were going, so we figured you were just going home. Once I got there, you weren't there. I called your mother and she met me at your house, then she called you. You were laying on a bench in a park when she called and you had no intentions on coming home. I was beyond worried about you. Do you know what men would do to a vulnerable drunk girl passed out on a bench? I was terrified someone would find you before I did, so we raced to every single park until I found you. I wanted you to sober up before I took you home to your mom, so I brought you here and got you changed and let you sleep. That's basically everything that happened last night"

"Oh my gosh. I don't know what to say, but I'm sorry. It shouldn't have been your responsibility to come find me, but thank you for doing it. I do appreciate it. Next time though, just take me home," I said as I looked for pants in his dresser.

"Why would you want me to take you home? I didn't want your mother to see you drunk, Tess."

"I would rather you have taken me home so I could have woken up in my room. A place that is familiar to me. I woke up confused and scared here, Charlton."

"I'm sorry, Tess. I just didn't want to wake you up and explain last night. I wanted you to be able to get some rest, you know?"

"I understand and I'm grateful for that, but I also just don't wanna do this," I say as I motion back and forth between us.

"You don't wanna do what?"

"I don't want to do this. I don't want to pretend we are back to normal because we aren't. Im not going to let you just waltz back into my life one day and think everything is okay because you said sorry. It's not that simple, Charlie." I say as I put pants on.

"How are we ever going to get back to normal if you don't give me a chance? I'm trying to show you that I care and I want you to forgive me, but you just keep acting like I'm the bad guy," he said getting frustrated.

"Charlton, you are the bad guy. You are the one that dropped me like I was nothing. You act like you can't have anything to do with me because I'm not rich and famous. Guess what, I don't ever wanna be famous because I don't wanna become what you have become."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You have become an arrogant asshole, Charlton."

"I'm an arrogant asshole, but I'm the one that drove all night to find you because I was worried? That makes a whole lot of sense to me."

"You can't just come back in my life and play the hero. I don't need a hero, I don't need to be saved."

"You know what, fine. I don't know why I even try with you anymore, Tess. Whenever you decide to grow up, I'll be here ready to talk like civil people."

"Don't worry, I won't ever fucking grow up," I say as I walk out of the room. I start walking down the hall in hopes that I'm walking towards the front door. I found the front door and as I opened it I didn't hear him following behind me, which surprised me. I kinda hoped he would stop me, but the other part of me was glad that he didn't. I walked out of the door and didn't have any intentions on looking back, ever.