Skylar Castillo, a typical shy and ordinary girl who is just trying to fit in. living her life unnoticed so she could survive.
Adrian Harrington, impulsive, self-centered and a bully. He is cocky and so full of himself.
After the unfortunate event t...
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"Wake up dipshit" I faintly hear Someone says.
I really want to kill that person
I hate when Someone wakes me up. I take my sleep very serious especially when I've got hangovers, like today—like right now.
"Wake your ass up" They say, grab my legs and pull me off the bed
"Fuck off" I rasp snuggling into the pillow.
"He must have had threesome" I recognize Bryson voice. Oh I'm really going to murder him
"Or foursome, who knows" Caden add. And I'm really going to butcher him.
Serious these assholes won't let me sleep, Someone remind me why am still friend with them.
"What the hell?". Angry, annoyed, I get up but fuck, I shouldn't have done that because my head is hurting like a bitch.
"Fuuuck" I groan raking my fingers through my hair.
Yesterday I drank to oblivion and I don't know if I got high or not but let me just say, whatever I had yesterday I'm not having again, ever. The shit is strong, way too strong.
I've been drinking and get high since high school and never once felt like this. Headache is killing me and my body feels like have been hit by a train.
"You know am too hungover for your shit" I glare at my two idiotic best friends.
"You look awful" Bryson says.
"Yeah, no shit" I retort, my voice hoarsely. I don't need him or anybody to tell me that. I know I look awful or worse. I still have my yesterday clothes and I can't even feel my fucking body.
I don't have time for their nonsense, I need to go to the bathroom. I stand up and everything around me is spinning.
"Did you fuck virgin or something?" Caden speaks as I walk to the bathroom.
I halt, What is he taking about?. Turning around I look at him. He becks his head towards my bed and I look.
I frown when I see what's there.
Blood.
On my duvet.
What the actual fuck!?
"I thought you don't do virgins" Bryson chuckles, amused.
I don't, I've never been with virgins because I despise them. Then whose blood is that?. I don't remember fighting with anyone yesterday. Scanning myself quickly, I don't have a single scratch, then how...fuck, I can't remember anything.
Fuck that, I make my to the bathroom just when I see something that catch my attention.
