I woke the next morning with a raging headache. Fumbling down to my bathroom, to get the relief of pain killers. I dunno how my head became sore. I had the best sleep last night, as soon as my head crashed on to the pillow I fell to sleep. I can't help but think I fell asleep smiling, I guess talking to people last night blocked out the stress of yesterday, it helped that one of those guys made me laugh.
The memories of last night reminded me I had another shift at the bar tonight. I'm so glad I'm only 17, that Karen doesn't let me work past 12 because I'm a minor. She was so supportive when I got here. She's a friend of my mums, when I left school at 16, she promised my mum that she'd look after me. I miss my mum sometimes, I haven't been back in 8 months, and to be honest I wish I was there sometimes, I miss the familiarity of Scotland. Living in a small town, knowing almost everyone. I miss it. I miss it all. I know it was stupid to leave when I did, and that it was naive of me to think I could make it on my own at this age, but it's what I chose to do and I can't change that.
Still in my pyjamas, I made my way through to the kitchen. The boy was back, the one that was Scottish, he made his way over to my front door and I rushed around trying to find the biggest hoodie, to cover up the fact I was only wearing shorts and a singlet. When he knocked on my door, I had found a very large grey jumper, that wasn't mine, never the less I put it on anyway. This guy had already seen me in my slightly skimpy pyjamas, and he didn't need to see me like this sober.
The boy looked different in the light, a lot softer and more cuddly. He was very attractive in this light and his brown hair that became blonde at the front shone in the sunlight.
"Hey" he said
"Hi" I awkwardly replied, still feeling like I wasn't wearing enough.
"I'm sorry about last night, I didn't mean to barge into your house like that, I guess I had a bit too much" his accent was different now, not Scottish, but English.
"You must of had a fair bit if it got you talking in a Scottish accent"
"Hey your not speaking Scottish anymore either yae fannae"
"Dinnae be sae rude"
"You wis the wan baein rude las night"
"Sorry" I said normally
"It's alright, but I'm actually here to collect my mates jumper that I left here last night" I looked down at what I was wearing.
"Sorry, I just found it and thought it was mine!" Nice way to lie your way out of it Claire
"OI YOU WEARING MY JUMPER DISNEY GIRL?" I heard a voice yell from across the street.
I laughed at him, he knew my name yet he called me Disney girl.
"YEAH I DIDNT KNOW IT WAS YOURS" I replied and he tipped his head back and laughed whilst he gave me a clap, so I curtsied. Which made him laugh even more, his laugh was contagious making me and the guy from last night who I think was called Connor laugh too.
Brad walked over to my front door, making me feel quite nervous. I mean apart from the bar I didn't really have any friends, they were my family almost and they were the only people I'd hung out with, and I knew that that would change soon with me starting Uni in a couple months, but I didn't know that it'd be this soon.
"So can I have my jumper back?"
"Yeah" I sheepishly started to pull it off, I still was a little insecure, I know Brad had already seen me without it, but that was at night when it was dark and he was partially drunk.
Then the worst happen, I ducked my head through the hole, and knew I smelt revolting, I couldn't give the jumper back in this state, it was like someone had died in there. When I put it on this morning it smelt like mint and aftershave. Now it smelt like a mixture between pig sweat and car sick. My cheeks felt hot and flustered when I pulled my head back out.
