Karma wears stilettos (ON HOLD)

Chapter Three: Lair of the she-devils.

You know what sucks?

Wet socks.

I groaned, cursing myself for wearing socks to the bathroom in the first place. I pulled off both socks and tossed them into the laundry basket, as I made my way through the dark, back to my bedroom.

It was a Friday night, at around 11:30, my parents were fast asleep and the last thing I expected at this hour was someone knocking at my bedroom window, calling my name.

"Hayden?" I heard a knock.

I froze in place, you know all those late night horror movies you watch without thinking of the consequences, yeah, here's where they kick you in the ass.

I shut my eyes, and crossed my fingers, mumbling softly to myself, "Don't turn around, don't turn around, don't turn around."

"Hayden!" Another knock.

"Dont move, don't move, do not move," I muttered.

"Hayden!!" Three successive knocks.

"Fuck this!" I squealed, racing to my bed, and pulling the covers over my head, "Go away, go away, go away!!"

"Hayden, shut up and open the damn window, you idiot!"

I paused, pulling off the covers from my head, demons and serial killers don't ask you to open windows for them, and there was only one person in the entire world that would show up at my house, at 11:30 at night.

I sauntered over to the window, and pulled it open, and guess who popped in?

Charlotte O'Ryan.

A very drunk, Charlotte O'Ryan.

"Charlotte?" I asked, as I watched her crawl into my room through the window, "what's going on? How did you climb up to my window? Its 11:30, why are you at my house at 11:30?!"

"I needed to pee-pee," she laughed like it was the funniest thing in the whole damn world.

I slapped my forehead, "You're drunk."

"No I'm not," she protested.

"Yes, you are, my entire room smells like alcohol," I groaned.

"Maybe you're drunk," she said, getting off the floor, and flopping onto my bed, while cuddling with my pillow, "God, Hayden, you're so fluffy, its funny you don't look fluffy."

I sighed, "Yup, definitely drunk, and blind too."

"Am not!" She whined.

"Alright alright, just come with me? Let's get you out of--" I paused to look at what she was wearing, "Let's get you into some real clothes," I said, looking at her short black mini skirt and plum colored tank top, that she paired with gorgeous black stilettos.

Wait, how the heck did she scale the wall to my window, with those on?!

I led her to my closet and pulled out a pair of black sweatpants and a yellow T-shirt, before leading her to bathroom, where I held back her hair as she threw up, helped her get into the sweatpants and T-shirt and then led her to the bed in the guest room.

By the time I got back to my room, I was exhausted, all I wanted now was to fall asleep in my warm bed and not wake up until next Friday.

"Hayden?"

Crap.

I pushed off my bed and headed to the guest room, to find Charlotte sitting up straight in bed, "Could you read me a bedtime story?"