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3

hazel

i cracked open my eyes to the sunlight gleaming through my bedroom window.

i groaned and sat up. as soon as i did my entire body hurt. my head especially.

i got up and closed my curtains then laid back down. there was no way i was gonna be able to fall back asleep.

i put my hand out and felt around my nightstand for my phone. but instead, i was meet with a piece of paper.

"what the hell?" i mumbled, picking up the paper.

i looked at it for a second. it was a handwritten note someone had left me.

hazel~
you probably don't remember me but i'm the one who took you home last night. you thought i was someone else named dylan? you told me your ride bailed and begged me to take you home. you were wasted so i did. and no, i didnt do anything. like at all. i promise. but here's my number if you wanna call or text me or in case you need another ride :) >>

um, what the fuck?

i tried to think back to last night, seeing what i could remember.

my eyes widened. it was the kid with the middle part and blue eyes. i grabbed my purse off of the floor and got my phone out of it.

luckily, it wasn't dead. i plugged it in anyways and typed in his number.

i looked back at the note, scanning it to see if i could find his name. he didn't even leave it.

i texted him anyways.

i figured a simple 'hey it's hazel' would suffice. i sent the text and threw my phone down in front of me.

i started chewing on my fingernail waiting for him to reply.