One Boy, One Chance, One Shot

Chapter 1

 

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I could hear the distant running footsteps. The city was aroar with cars, and women staggering in high heels on the streets below. The sounds were all buffered, and my eyesight didnt come to me so easily.

My vision was blurry at first, and the only thing that shocked me was the blinding lights of the block.

For a second I forgot where I was, and, tried to get up, but got to no end. My whole right side was numbly aching, and my skull felt as if it was cracked.

Oh, now I got why.

I looked around me as a blurry sight of blood surrounded the ground. My clothes were soaked with it too.

The dizzyness and nausea caught up with me, an the lights that were just starting to come together became distant, and my head fell down to the ground once more.

I couldn't feel anything. I was expecting some grave sense of pain, the vertigo of wanting to be killed jut to get it over with.

But I didnt. It didn't hurt, only that I had absolutely no possession of my body parts.

In one quick moment my eyes flickered shut once more, and I heard the faint voice of a man.

"Don't move."

Then everything went blank.

 

                                           

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I woke up the next morning to ringing bells. What day was it? What happened?

I took my hand off the man next to me. It seemed completely normal that he was there, and the though of not having a single clue about who he was, didn't occur as shocking.

I got out of bed, feeling the hot rays of the sunlight reflecting through my window hit my face, and put a perfectly freckled arm in front of my forehead, chasing the light away from my gaze.

My blue and black checkered jammy bottoms hung low to the ground, and the ends got caught under my feet, swiping the dusty yet clear floor. I was going to the bathroom, to brush away the taste of morning breath.

I flickered on the light, reviling the perfect baby blue shade of its walls. The whole thing was decorated with seashells, an was pretty clean.

The first thing that hit me was my reflection. I looked terrible. My eyes were puffy and my wavy brown hair was all messed up. The color was all drained out of my face, making my skin perfect porcelain.

What happened to me? What happened last night?

I couldn't remember. I reached out for the cup next to the sink, grabbing my transparent toothbrush and toothpaste. I squeezed a big glup of white paste and put it into my mouth. I started rubbing it against my teeth, the mint stinging my tongue. I couldn't bother brushing for more than a minute so I rinced and spit.

I left the water running from the tap. I raised my head again, and stared myself in the eyes. I got lost in my gaze, and everything around me disappeared. I got abruptly hit by nausea and headache. I supported my weight by putting my hands on the edges of the perfect white marbled sink.

It didn't really occur to me that there was a man in my bed. I've forgotten all about it.

I headed back to the opened door, and pushed my head through the little crack to sneek a peek. My room was pretty clean, besides the huge cover that slipped off the bed and surrounded most of the ground. Must have been a rough night if we kicked it off. Then again, I couldn't remember what happened.

I couldn't really get a good view of him, since his back was turned. His short dirty blond hair was as roughed out as mine. His spine was bare, showing muscles. The only thing he wore was his Calvin Klein boxers. He did seem quite handsome - from the back.

I plopped my head back in, hearing take a deep breath and hearing the bed squeak as he moved. I feared he would awake, and I would not know what to say. Erm, "last night was great" or "Who are you get the hell out of my house?"

I was waiting for footsteps to come to the bathroom or cries of "where are you." Instead, I got silence. My heart bat like it was going to explode.

I looked back into the room, and noticed that he only turned. His hand was stretched out on my side of the bed, the form of my body still imprinted on the mattress. Most people would look ridiculous when having their face squashed against the bed like that, but he looked - cute.

He had an angular jawline, and his cheekbones were raised and dominant. I obviously couldn't see his eyes, but I assumed they would be as handsome as he was. He had a perfect body shape, an his lips were crooked up in a slight smile.

His skin time was actually pretty olivy. He had a bit of a tan, but he didn't look like he came from a sunny country like Greece. The whole tonalities on his body were matching, making the most sexy guy I have ever seen. And that sexy guy was in my bed.

If I had a night stand with him, how could I not remember? Ben if I got super drunk, I would have at least remembered the beginning of the night. In fact, I couldn't remember anything. Not where I went, now where I was. I couldn't remember anything that happened this week.

He looked to be a year older than me though - he looked to be 19. He was really hot though.

I got back in the bathroom, and checked my surroundings. I got back to the mirrored wall and gritted my teeth. My eyes fell on my hair again. The least I could do was brush it.

In a little while I fixed myself up: put a little concealer under my eyes, a little lip balm and some vanilla body mist. Now what could I do? Go back to bed and pretend I just woke up smelling that way? No. I couldn't just go back to bed with a stranger.

Then again I couldn't just camp out here in my bathroom, he might think I'm some kind of loony.

That instant, I heard some footsteps coming from my bedroom.

I turned from the mirror, just in time to make out the form of the guy standing at the door.

"Good morning." He said with a smile.

Damn, his eyes were gorgeous.

Wait. Why was I in the bathroom?

A/N: That's Jess in the pic box ;) (Alex Pettyfer)