Three Months To Prove You Wrong

Chapter Three

•Skye's POV•

Migraine.

Nausea.

Dizziness.

"Shit, I did it again," I said as I saw writing on my arm.

"What the hell?" I tried to get into focus to see what was on my arm.

"Starbucks 3pm," I read to myself. I had no desire to get up, even though I did.

"Where the fuck am I? I looked around to see I was back at Michael's house laying on the floor. I was the only one in the living room. I checked the other rooms in Michael's house such as his parents' room. Of course, people were in bed naked from having rough sex. Since I was hungover, I was really confused. I looked at a clock on the wall to see the time. I was so dizzy and out of focus, so I got closer to it.

"2:43pm," I said to myself. I looked at my arm again and saw it said 3pm once again.

"Ah, fuck..." I exclaimed. I put on a black cardigan, checked myself in the mirror to see my makeup was all smeared, and got into my car and drove to Starbucks to see if I'll see anyone there. I just hope I don't get gang-raped or anything. I arrived there at exactly three sharp. I waited outside for anyone to come by. I nervously rolled up my sleeves and looked around me frantically. I don't know what to expect, but let's hope I'll be fine.

•Braxton's POV•

I woke up in Aiden's car in the drivers seat all the way down with the keys still in the ignition.

"What the...fuck..." I muttered to myself. I saw something on my arm in the corner of my eye; I immediately looked at it.

"Starbucks 3pm," I yawned and stretched out. I checked the time to see it was already 3:07pm.

"Shit!" I exclaimed. I don't know why, but my instincts were telling me to go to Starbucks to see what's up. I put on my grey hoodie and drove there.

As I got there, I saw a girl waiting outside. I saw the same writing on her arm. I don't know why I'm here, but I'm going to have to talk to her.

•Skye's POV•

I saw a sketchy looking guy with a grey hoodie walking towards me.

'Shit,' I thought. 'I REALLY don't wanna get kidnapped.' He finally came up to me. He was quite tall, over six feet I want to say, and he was looking down on me while I looked up at him.

"So, you got the message?" He jokingly asked me while panting a little. He showed me his arm and I saw he had the exact same writing as I did.

"Heh, yeah," I replied as I showed him my arm too. There was a long awkward silence for about five seconds.

"We should probably sit down," he suggested while chuckling a bit.

"Yeah, we probably should," I responded, also chuckling.

•Braxton's POV•

She was quite beautiful, and really short. I would say she's barely five feet tall. But she was still cute either way. Being the gentleman that I am, I pulled out a chair for her.

"Thank you," she said to me while looking up to me.

I just couldn't help myself, she was so beautiful. I sat back down and kept staring at her icy blue eyes and her long, flowing hair, even though it was messy and practically bed-head.

"So, we should probably recap on what happened last night, I mean, we have this on our arms for a reason." she exclaimed.

"Yeah, but I'm really hungover, so we may not remember anything." I replied, laughing a bit.

"Some of it is coming back to me though," she said. "I remember walking outside with someone, which was probably you, and getting into a car."

"At least we didn't get arrested for under aged drinking and driving." I pointed out.

"Heh, yeah, that's a plus, but I want to know everything that happened." she said. "Wait! I know how this started! I remember throwing up into a toilet at the party while my friends were holding my hair back for me. They left the room, I don't know why, and so I tried to look for them, and I went outside, got into some guy's car, which was you, and you drove off!" her eyes lit of from the rays of the sun, she looked so happy-go-lucky.

"Nice, how did you remember all that?" I asked.

"I don't know, it just came back to me!" she exclaimed, giving me a sweet smile. She was so pretty, even though her makeup was messed up and her hair was in one huge knot.

"So have you been drunk before?" I asked her.

"Oh yeah, most definitely. Worse than this, I've been so wasted and hungover, I don't remember anything from last night, and I usually do, as you can already tell. What about you?" she asked.

"Well...um..." I didn't want to tell her about how wasted I was last time, it was a really dark place for me at the time. "Yeah, I've been drunk before." I responded.

"What else did we do?" she asked herself while tapping her foot on the ground in hardcore focus.

"Well, I remember driving to the middle of nowhere..." I started off. "...and...we..." I was trying to remember as much as possible. Then, it hit me. "Oh! I remember now! We drove to the middle of nowhere, and we were wandering the streets laughing our asses off. Then, we went back in my car, and just sat there and talked, I forgot about what. And then we drove off back to the party, without crashing thankfully, and we did some crazy shit. And you wanted to get back to the party, and we knew we were intoxicated, so we wrote down on our arms where to meet up!" I said.

"Haha, nice! You're really good at remembering," she said to me. I gave her a smirk.

"So, we should probably get going now," I suggested.

"Wait!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah?" I answered.

"I didn't get your name."

"I'm Braxton,"

"Skye," she answered back. I really wanted to ask for her number, I wouldn't mind hanging out with her again.

"Oh, and..." I started off nervously. "can I get your number? For, you know, if we remember anything else..."

"Sure!" Skye answered. "I'll write it down," she wrote her number down on a napkin. "And can I get your as well?" she asked me.

"Yeah," I grabbed a napkin and a pen and wrote mine down. "Here." I gave the napkin to her as she gave me hers.

We started to walk away, but I turned around and exclaimed, "So...see you later?" Skye turned around with her long hair following her movements.

"Yeah, see you later," she gave me a glowing smile, and turned back around to her car. I turned back around to my (well, technically Aiden's) car and sighed.

"Wow," I said to myself. "She's amazing."

•Skye's POV•

While I was driving home, all I could think about was Braxton. I really wanted to hang out with him again. He's so sweet, he just kept smiling like everything was going to be okay. His flippy black hair was shining in the sun. I felt some kind of...connection...with him. Something so exotic and enlightening, something passionate, strong, awesome, the list goes on forever! Honestly, I haven't had a crush since seventh grade. But wait, was this a crush? I was so confused, I forgotten was it was like to have a crush, since it was so long ago. I sighed heavily as I drove into the driveway in my garage. I asked myself, "Am I being paranoid, or was that true love?" Ah, don't be crazy Skye! You're seventeen, being in love is a complicated concept! But I still thought about it. I turned off my car, and walked through the door.