Honey and Scars

Red

I don't remember much from last night. The only memories that reminisced through my mind was Matteo getting me on the road, taking me home, and giving me a shower? No. He wasn't in the shower with me. I don't think. He wouldn't do that. Right? And then Victoria.. fuck. Victoria. I just left her.

I tried to sit up and when I did a sudden sharp pain burst through my head. I squinted my eyes and groaned as I laid back down. I swear to never drink again. I wonder what my parents must be thinking. I looked over at the clock which read 9:26. I'm usually up by now.

I pushed myself up, and reached over to the glass of water on my nightstand. I chugged the liquid in desperate need of something cool to ease my dry throat, and set it back down before forcing my aching body out of bed. I wonder where Matteo is. Did he stay with me last night? I have so many questions. I want to see Matteo, but right now I need to see Victoria and make sure she made it home safe. If she even made it home at all.

The second I stood up I sat back down on the bed. My head hurt so terribly. After a minute of contemplating my awful decisions I stood up once more, and walked over to my dresser. I was wearing an interestingly revealing top, which left me to wonder how I possibly got into such clothes. Matteo could have dressed me... god. That's an intoxicating thought.

I took a sun dress out of my drawer and quickly stripped out of my other clothes before changing into the stripped blue and white sun dress. It covered just past my knees, but exposed too much of my arms. I decided it didn't matter. My scars were evident, but only if one went looking for them.

I left my hair down and slowly made my way downstairs. I was hoping to avoid my parents, which luckily for me I did. They were probably gone somewhere anyway. They always are.

I went outside and around the back, where I found my bicycle propped against the shed. Walking felt like too much work today, so I biked to Victoria's house instead.

When I got to her house no cars seemed to be home, so I assumed she wasn't either. It didn't hurt to knock though, and when I did the blond from last night came to the door shirtless, his hair messed up, and hickies all over his neck. What the fuck Victoria.

"Uhm. Is Victoria here?" I asked crossing my arms awkwardly.

"Oh, uh ya." He said chewing on the toothpick in his mouth.

"Vic! Your friend is here!" He yelled, his arm raised and propped against the door frame.

Victoria came running up, wrapping a robe around her body. They most definitely slept together.

I'm a bit upset that she left me alone at the party last night, but I left her to go home so I have no right to be mad.

"Oh hey Hannah." She said looking at me and then at the boy who was peering down at her. She gave him a look and he shrugged, then turned around and left.

"I just came to make sure you made it home... and clearly you did." I remarked, chewing at my bottom lip.

"Hah. Yeah. Look I'm really sorry for leaving you all alone on the dance floor... me and uhm Conrad were busy." She said pulling me in and embracing me in a tight hug.

"Don't be sorry, I left anyway. I was so drunk. I'm just glad you're okay." I said hugging my best friend back. She smelled like cheap cologne, and the scent nearly made me gag.

I pulled away and smirked a bit. "So you two huh?"

Her cheeks faded pink, and she smiled sheepishly. "Yeah... he's super sweet.. and really fucking good in bed." She told me, accentuating the last four words.

I did NOT need to know that, but good for her. I guess??

I laughed a bit and shook my head. "Well I am super glad to hear that..." I lied. Of course I'm glad she's happy, but she's kind of a hoe, and she's slept with two boys in the past couple months. Or, I'm just a pitiful virgin. Yeah, that's definitely the case.