Free Falling [Discontinued]

Chapter Seven || Addison

Chapter Seven || Addison

I sit outside of Lyla's bathroom with my knees brought up to my chest and cringe when I hear her hurl. She's been throwing up for the last fifteen minutes, cursing the boy next door with bleached hair for allowing her to drink so much in between dry heaves. Apparently, apart from the three red solo cups of Jack and Coke, that more than likely had more Jack than Coke, they also had a couple of shots of tequila each.

"I hate him," I hear her cry just before the sound of the toilet flushing fills the silence. "I freaking hate him."

I bite my lip and hold back a laugh. Last night, as we walked home she drunkenly admitted that she didn't in fact hate Kian but actually found him quite attractive. Her exact words were, and I quote, "He's so cute with those sharp facial features and tattoos. Holy mac-balls, did you see those tattoos?". She had a thing for tattoos if it wasn't already known.

Another dry heave drifts past the half open door before the sound of her throwing up once again fills the air. I wince and sigh as I place my tall mug of coffee down onto the floor and push myself up so I'm standing. I lean onto the door frame of the bathroom and rack my knuckles against the wood of the door. "You okay?" I ask.

"Do I sound okay?" Lyla snaps, gasping as she flushes the toilet.

"Do you want me to go get you some Ginger Ale? We don't have any here but I can run down the store and pick you up some."

"Please," my best friend moans.

"I'll be back in a bit," I tell her before I bend down and grab my coffee mug. I walk into my bedroom and grab my purse and car keys before descending down the stairs and shoving my feet into my shoes.

Being half past ten in the morning, the sun is pretty high in the sky. The strong sun rays kiss my skin and the heat washes over me completely. I'm practically sweating by the time I've made it to my car. I click the unlock button and pull open the door. I frown when I see my black leather seats and sigh as I look down to my outfit. I'm wearing a pair of black and pink running shorts and I know the moment I sit down, the black leather is going to burn the back of my legs. Sighing, I take a deep breath and hop into my charcoal grey 2015 Kia Sorento. A few months before Lyla and I managed to collect enough money for the house, I managed to save enough money to get myself a new car. My old Toyota had been acting up on me until it finally crapped out and decided to die.

I love my new vehicle. It was spacious and it had everything I wanted. I had instantly fallen in love with it the moment I slid into the driver's seat to test drive it.

Blasting the AC, I wait a few minutes in the driveway, flipping through the radio stations before finally connecting my phone via Bluetooth and letting my favorite playlist begin to play. A few minutes later I'm parked outside the gas station near the house. I slide out of my vehicle, sling my purse over my shoulder and lock my car as I stroll towards the store entrance. Inside, a girl is standing at the register, debit card in hand as she waits to pay for the items she has on the counter, while a family of three walk around the store searching for snacks to eat. I head towards the back of the store, towards the coolers. I grab a couple of Ginger Ale bottles and two yellow PowerAde's one for myself and one to rehydrate Lyla, and head towards the register. The girl from before is long gone and the family of three is still looking for their snacks.

The guy behind the counter stands from his seat as he sees me nearing the register. I place the four drinks onto the counter and push them towards him. "Good morning," he greets, completely uninterested. It's obvious he's only greeted me because he probably has to. "Find everything, alright?"

I nod and dig through my purse for my wallet, "Fine." I mumble as I slip my debit card out and wait for him to ring up my items.

The bell above the entrance rings and I look over my shoulder. Three guys walk in; all familiar. One's wearing a pair of black basketball shorts and a plain white T-Shirt. He has black shades covering his eyes and the only strip of hair he has running down the middle of his head is bleached. The second guy is tad bit shorter than the first. He's wearing a pair of basketball shorts as well and a plain black T-Shirt. Dark shades cover his eyes but once he's inside the store he removes them, pushing them back to rest on top of his head. I recognize him then. His name is Dominic, but everybody calls him Dom. I met him last night as JC had briefly introduced me to his friends last night when we had gone into the backyard. The third is the most familiar one out of them all. His curly hair an instant give away. JC pushes back his sunglasses and scans the store, his eyes briefly glancing in my direction before doing a double take.