I woke up, my head instantly buzzing. My surroundings were unfamiliar. I raised my head, feeling a sudden pain in my head. Helping myself lift my head with one hand, with the other I rubbed my eye harshly.
-"Oh my god, finally! I was so worried about you!" I heard a familiar voice getting louder and louder, until I noticed that it was Monique, walking slowly towards me. She extended me her hand so it would help me to stand up better.
-"Where am I? How did I get here?" I asked, in a sleepy tone. My head throbbing and my mouth thirsty as hell.
-"We found you passed out in Jess's car. I don't know how you managed to get in, but you were lucky you didn't get a cold or anything"
-" Mona, it's summer, how would I get a cold?" I said annoyingly. Slowly walking towards the door, using my arms as support, thumping right into the walls.
-"you must've gotten real drunk last night, I mean look at you" She said, pointing me up and down with a nasty face.
-"I don't remember how I got into Jess's car," I said, scratching the back of my head.
I started walking down the hallway. It was a very classical house. Pictures all around the walls of some people I'm guessing are his family, and bright yellow walls.
It was hard to catch anymore details because of my head. I saw everything around me spinning around in circles. It was hard to keep my balance right now.
"Hey, you okay?" I turned around to see Jess helping me down the stairs. getting me by my arms and guiding me step by step. I suddenly felt my phone buzzing in my back pocket. I pulled it out and saw a new text from an unknown number.
"Your welcome"
It said, nothing else. That's weird... well I guess that's the person who saved me last night instead of letting me pass out in the middle of the street. I tried to answer back the text but then the message was eliminated. I saw my recent contacts list and... nothing. Well I guess I'll never know who to thank for.
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I walked down the stairs to exit the building. I was feeling so much better after that delicious cup of coffee that Jess made for me.
I was much conscious about everything right about now. Now I remember some bits of yesterday night. I remember how I bumped into some dude while tripping down the stairs. I don't remember his face clearly, but I remember his dark hazel eyes, which somehow made me be mad crazy by the way he looked at me. But that is literally all I remember.
Ugh, damn alcohol.
I couldn't stop thinking about that look he gave me when I looked into his eyes. He made me feel great, I don't know, warm? I can't get him out of my fucking mind!
Brooke, you're going crazy, you need to calm down. It's just a boy.
It's just a boy. I kept repeating that inside my mind, expecting to believe it.
I suddenly got dragged out of my thoughts when I felt a hand gently squishing my shoulder
-"are you better?" Monique asked, smiling at me. I nodded and kept walking towards her car.
-"Wait, since when was that there?" I asked, looking at a big scratch on the passenger window.
-"what the fuck. I'll have to send it to repair tomorrow" Monique said, leaning closer to get a better look. I patted her on the back to show her that she was making me very uncomfortable.
-"How am I going to get to school on monday?" I asked, concerned.
-"On the bus." She said, in a 'duh' tone. As if it were obvious. Girl, I have never even got inside a bus before, what did you expect? I asked myself. We spent the ride home with the radio on. Usually we would chat and talk about things, but I think she was buried deep in her thoughts, like I am sometimes.
And then my phone buzzed again. I look down to see a notification pop up on my instagram.
Instagram- recommendations
·New skincare kit out now!
·Get this new car for a special offer!
· Sign up to White Bridge Camp! Where you forget about everything, and everyone-
The last one kind of popped up my attention. I clicked on it and checked out its page. It looked very cool, actually. I checked out some photos and, wow, they have a lot of activities. And, perfect! 16- 20 year old people can attend. I am 18 so it's perfect. The perfect summer before college.
You want to get away? Have free time? Have fun? Wanna have the best 3 months of your life? Sign up here! to White Bridge camp-->
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Romance"Three months to have fun, 5 seconds to fall in love" My mum had always told me that quote. Of her memorable summer at a camp. And that is where she met my dad. She fell in love. She was happy. And I had never had a desire for love until now. My nam...
