Only You

Chapter Three

HELLOOO. Thank you all for reading this! It's a new story I started, so I honestly do not even know if it is going to be good or not, but I thought I would be giving it a shot. In my mother story, saving Jess, I'm having a writer's block, why? Because, the whole book on Google Docs got deleted somehow, so I went to revise and edit and repost it, it was GONE.

GONE I TELL YOU.

So I have to figure out where I am in that, because it's a tad bit different than before. 

Anyway, it's thundering out side so I'm going to take a nap.

Goodbye!

Ryder

            I woke up to something prickly batting at my body. Wherever I was, it was hot and it smelt like fertilizer. I heard birds chirping and I slowly opened one eye. The stupid sun made it almost impossible to see. Sure enough, I had passed out on the lawn.

            I slowly sat up and rubbed my eyes. My head was throbbing and I felt sick. I obviously partied hard. Looking around the yard, there were people half-naked sleeping in the bushes, and there were people on the roof.

            I stumbled to my car, instantly regretting being up to begin with. This was weird; usually someone else drove me home. Before I could think too much more about it, I drove home. That was honestly a mistake because I almost crashed twice.

            When I got to my house, I took my stairs slowly one by one, trying to remember what happened. However, I couldn’t think of anything. Usually, and this happened more than I’m proud of, Ally took me home. She would go off and rant about how I shouldn’t be left like that, and how I should have, better friends so she didn’t need to drive me home all the time.

            Where was she last night?

            Maybe I got in a fight with her. The thought of it just made my head throb. I never know what’s going on with us, just that I screw up.  I remembered a majority of what happened last night, but not how I ended up passed out on the lawn. I closed my bathroom door and took a quick shower before I crawled back into bed.

            Clicking sounds interrupted my sleep; they were quiet and almost mouse-like, but not appreciated. Opening my eyes, I found my friend Jake, sitting on Facebook on my laptop. How the hell did this dude even get in my house? Shit, as if I know the answer to that.

            “Really?” I groaned, throwing one of my pillows at him.

            “Dude, you had sex with five girls last night.” He stated, clicking through pictures of me in compromising pictures with girls. I didn’t remember that last one.

            “Sure.” I shrugged.

            “Better remember before one of them ends up with a baby.” He said seriously. I didn’t understand why he always made comments about that. He fucked around just as much as I did, and yet he never gave himself the sex speech.

            “I wasn’t the only one that fucked them.” I muttered.

            “Last night was like Project X.” Jake grinned stupidly.

            “Yeah, I’m really feeling the hangover.” I said, hinting that he should leave. However, of course, he did not take it and kept talking. Ass.

            “Why were you still there? Usually Ally picks you up.” He pointed out.

            “I don’t know.” I groaned. “I was wondering the same thing. I can’t remember if I got in a fight with her or not.”