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"You think you're different to me, don't you?" I tilt my head, staring at each other's lips.
Without breaking eye contact, he slowly stands, making him in control with the advantage in height. I'm the one looking up at him now.
"And you...
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"Uh, rough night?" Quinn asks, brows raised.
"Everything in my life is rough." There's no humor in my voice but there is a slight croak sound.
I woke up feeling like shit this morning, didn't have time to shower so that I wouldn't be late, drove in traffic and still missed first period. I'd say my life is rough.
"And is this a new fashion statement you're trying to pull off?" Quinn taps on the lens of my shades.
"I have that "I'm hungover" face so these stay on." I pull down the glasses below my eyes so she sees how red my eyes are before putting them back on.
"Well are you going to tell me how amazing this party was for you to be this hungover?" She asks.
Honestly I didn't remember much expect for going to my dads party and then dragging Jace to this stupid costume party that wasn't even all that fun to begin with. I can't remember how I got home or what happened before that.
"Annalise Martin, what is that on your neck?!" Quinn practically yells for the whole classroom to hear.
"You're yelling." I groan, pinching my throbbing temple.
"Sounds like you were last night by the looks of it and sound of your voice." She chuckles to herself, getting her notebook out.
We're currently in Mr.Dixons class and although I know he doesn't mind us chatting, I rather him not overhear about my party life.
"Oh yeah, I made out with Jace." I say out loud as the memories starts to resurface.
"And who's Jace?" She questions.
"He's...I met him yesterday." That's the only form of an explanation I want to give without having to tell the whole story.
With the mention of him, I begin to remember the events that followed after we got to the party. I made my way over to the bar the second my eyes landed on it, he drank I think and then we started making out, it was the good kind, he wasn't being desperate for it so I liked it. That's as much as I remember right now. How these hickeys got on my neck, I don't even remember.
Thanking the heavens, I make it through my two classes without wanting to completely die. And thanking the heavens once again, practice got cancelled today due to weather conditions so the world doesn't hate me after all.
I rush into the lunch line, I don't remember when was the last time I ate. I got a few glares from the kids I cut. Quinn and I make our way towards our usual table, our friends who we usually hang out with aren't around so it's just the two of us which is what I needed to tame my headache.
