I woke up in a pile of marshmallow blankets and cloud-like pillows.
After I crawl my way out of bed, I grab my phone off the dresser and then crawl back into bed. It was only five in the morning so laying back down was okay.
I turned on my phone to see a way too bright of screen and many notifications. Too many.
Kaitebug~ Morning.
Kaitebug~ U up?
Snapchat~ Devin
Kaitebug~ Grace!!! Wake upppp :,(
Twitter~ @YuAHoeForReal started following you!
Instagram~ Ryan Quinn liked you post!
Kaitebug~ WAKE THE FUCK UP!!!
Snapchat~ Danny (and ten others)
Kaitebug~ Wake up goddammit!
Snapchat~ Megan
Facebook~ Abigail Brookes tagged you in her post!
Facebook~ Autumn Monroe tagged you in her post!
Kaitebug~ something rly bad happened
Kaitebug~ have you checked Facebook?
Facebook~ Chris Lions (and five others) commented on your post! "Grace Peters is an ugly whore! Kill yourself!"
Holy shit. What the fuck happened while I was asleep?
I text Kaite back immediately and tell her to come straight to my house.
When she shows up, I'm already out on my roof. She climbs up and sits down next to me. She was completely ready for her day, wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a grey 'OSU' sweater. I still had my Jack Skelington onsie on that I sleep in.
"What's the bad news? I didn't even have time to check Facebook or anything." She sighs.
"Well, someone leaked a photo of you." My eyebrows narrow as I look at her.
"What kind of picture?"
"A bad one."
"I get that. But how bad? Describe it."
"Why don't I just show you...?"
"Okay?" Kaite picks out her phone from her pocket and scrolls for a second as I nervously wait. I can tell she found the photo but doesn't want to show me.
"I don't think I should..." I interrupt her.
"Show me, goddammit." I say while grabbing her phone and taking a look at this picture that everyone is talking about.
The picture is of me laying on my back, on a bed, only in a bra and underwear, with a shirtless guy laying on top of me, obviously kissing my neck.
"I should of showed you..."
"What the fuck is this?" I ask angrily, studying the photo.
"It's you and Austin Quinn."
"I've never been with him. Ever."
"You must've gotten shit faces drunk and slept with him."
"That's not possible. I don't drink. I never have drank." Still holding her phone, I zoom into where my face is and you can barley see it because it's covered in my black hair.
"It's you. Abby posted it last night and tagged you in it. Abigail Brookes. One of my least favorite people in the world and also Austin Quinn's girlfriend. She already wanted to kill me before, so now she probably will.
"That's not me. You've got to believe me, Kaite." She starts picking at her freshly painted purple nails.
"I don't know, Grace. It seems pretty legit." I hand her phone back to her.
"Well, it's not. And I'll prove that it's not." I stand up and walk through my window, into my room and Kaite follows me.
"Lets say it's not you," I cut her off.
"It's not."
"Okay...How are you going to prove that it's not you?"
"Ill call Austin." I dial his number and pull the phone up to my face. It rings a few times before he finally answers.
"Hello?" I groggy, tired sounding voice, says from the other end of my phone.
"What in hell is that picture?"
"Grace?"
"Who else would be calling you to ask you about a picture of us at five in the morning?"
"Well, I just got off the phone with my girlfriend, actually...Ex girlfriend. So, I'm expecting anyone to call at the moment."
"We never slept together. We never made out. That picture is complete bullshit."
"I don't know. I've been pretty drunk before."
"I haven't. And I would never sleep with you."
"That's a lie."
"You wish, asshole." I can hear him laughing through the phone.
"I'm honestly not that worried about it, Grace."
"Of course your not. A guy has a one night stand with a random girl, he gets praised. A girl has a one night stand with a random guy, she's instantly a whore or a slut or complete trash. My reputation is shit now. And what do you think Chris is going to do when he sees this? If he hasn't seen it already. You know, Chris. Your best friend and my boyfriend." He sighs.
"I'm done talking about this. Ill see you at school, if you aren't too scared to show up." I can hear his smile.
"Fuck you, Austin."
"Obviously you have." The phone hangs up. I throw my cell phone at the bed and the storm over to the bathroom.
"Grace?" Kaite knocks on the door. "Grace, what are you doing?" I groan and look in the mirror.
"I need to get cleaned up for school. "
"Oh, Um. Okay. Should I wait out here?"
"Yeah. I'll be out in a few minutes." I look away from the mirror and towards the small makeup bag that's sitting on my sink. I open it up and take out the eyeliner and put on two thick lines of it on both eyes. I put on the rest if my makeup and make sure that I look approachable and then take out my knotted hair and let my dreads hang down. Now for the clothes.
I walk out of the bathroom and go over to my closet and pull out a blue dress with no straps and then walk over to Kaite. She sits up from where she was sitting on my bed.
"You ready?" She asks.
"No. But lets go anyways."
YOU ARE READING
Alright
Teen Fiction"I'm such a mess." I whispered with my hand pressed to my forehead. "Your defiantly a mess." I looked up at him with sadness. "But your the best kind of mess."
