Sweaty bodies, red solo cups and loud music.
Bad days = alcohol and parties
I was dressed in my little black dress and 5" high heels. I know not the best idea but I had to look hot to have the night properly.
This guys starts grinding against me so I join in and help the guy out a little.
We soon end up turning our bodies and our faces are touching. I grab a random solo cup and force the stinging liquid down my throat. Then grab the guy and start making out with him and I can't say that he's the worst kisser in the world.
After a few more drinks and a lot of making out. Me and Joseph (he said his name was) decided it go to a bedroom and have some fun if you know what I mean.
*the next morning*
I wake up with a banging headache and an arm thrown around my torso.
"Omg"
I quickly and quietly take the arm off of me and slide out of bed and put my clothes -what little I did wear- back on.
I walk outside and I am exposed to the very bright and blinding sun light.
"Hey Jaime I need you to pick me up please" I say politely and child-like down the phone.
"Your lucky that I love you. Where are you?"
"Ummm 24 vanatee street"
"Okay be right there" and with that said he hung up.
I sit on the damp and slightly dirty curb and make myself comfortable for the next 5 minutes.
His car slowly approaches me so drag myself off of the curb and reach for the door handle.
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Sorry for not updating in such a long time. I have finished all my exams which means I now have a 3 month holiday before sixth form so I wanted to start writing again and posting for you guys :)
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