Alone

Chapter 3

Kate's P.O.V

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Sunlight drifted through the curtains into my bedroom.

It tingled my skin, warming my entire body. I squinted my eyes, yawning and stretching.

I lifted my head off the pillow, wincing in pain. I softly touched the back of my head and winced once more.

Suddenly all the memories of the previous night came flooding back to me.

Sitting up, I scanned the room.

His clothes were gone.

Realizing I was still naked, I pulled the blanket off the bed and draped it over my bare shoulders. I jumped off the bed, cursing and grabbing onto the bed post to steady myself. My head was pounding like a hammer and I felt nauseous. Did I really drink that much last night?

I stumbled blindly into the hallway, my eyes still adjusting to the light.

I checked the bathroom, then the kitchen, then the front entrance. My jacket and keys were still lying carelessly on the floor.

I kicked my jacket to the side, sighing.

He was gone.

I don't know what I was expecting. This was a one night stand and nothing more.

I regretted it. I knew I would. I always did.

I shouldn't have brought him back here last night. I shouldn't have let him follow me into the bathroom. I shouldn't even have let my friends convince me to go.

I don't know. There was just something about him. The way he treated me. Speaking softly, holding me, comforting me. Like....like he almost cared about me.

Something about him was different than other hookups. He was different than all the others who just wanted sex. Who wouldn't talk to me. Who rushed off and disappeared immediately afterward. Who treated me like an animal.

A wave of sadness swept over me as I recalled my last memory of last night.

"You're beautiful, you know that?"

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My phone buzzed.

I picked up my purse, unzipped it and pulled out my black iphone.

1 new message- I opened it :

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-Headed out. Meet for coffee on Thursday? Xx Kate

-Missed you last night! Sorry you had to leave. Coffee sounds great. See you thurs.

~ Allie

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Crap. Today is Tuesday. I have class.

I glanced at the clock, mentally cursing. It was 9:34. I had to be there at 10:00.

I sprinted to the bathroom, turned on the shower and dropped the sheet from my shoulders.

I stepped into the steamy shower, squeezing my eyes shut as the hot water ran down my tingling body. I washed my hair and stood there for several minutes before shutting off the water and stepping delicately onto the fuzzy, white rug outside the shower.

Stepping in front of the mirror, I dried off before applying some under-eye concealer and a bit of mascara.

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After shaking out my hair and squeezing into some skinny jeans, I slipped my feet into my converse shoes, then ran to the kitchen and took an aspirin. This was one killer headache.

I grabbed an energy bar, shoving it into my mouth and chewing eagerly as I put my books and phone into my bag.

I picked up my leather jacket off the floor and slipped it on as I stepped outside and locked the door behind me.

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I jogged down the empty hallway, my footsteps echoing as I raced to calculus. I'm late. Really late.

I burst through the door, panting, and turned red as all faces turned towards me.

My professor glared at me.

"Sorry!" I mouthed, frowning.

I sat down in back and unzipped my bag, trying to quietly get out my books.

Before I had even opened my book, I knew something was off. My stomach burned. My head throbbed. My vision went black for several seconds before my hand flew to my mouth as I jumped up, knocking my chair over loudly. All eyes were on me as I ran out the door and down the hallway.

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I was bent over the toilet, clutching the seat with one hand and holding my hair back with the other.

I coughed and gagged, breathing loudly and heavily.

I stared down into the water, thinking the nausea has passed, only to throw up in the toilet. I felt fine yesterday! why was I so sick? This isn't a hangover, I only had a few drinks...I pushed my hair back, closing my eyes as I threw up once more.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and flushed the toilet. Stepping out of the stall, I began scrubbing my grimy hands with a generous amount of soap.

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I quietly stepped into the classroom, ignoring the giggles and stares. I shoved my book back into my bag and ran out the door, heading home.

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I unlocked my door, and, feelung woozy, sprinted the the bathroom, heaving and puking for the third time.

I hate being sick.

I rinsed my mouth of the horrid taste and changed into some sweats.

As I climbed into bed and pulled the covers over me, I couldn't help but think back to last night.

Did he use protection?

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A/N:

Hey! Hope you enjoyed chapter 3!

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