Internship abroad

All over again

Joane's p.o.v.:

The party was at Dylan's frat house. He has a giant pool, so a fiew people were already swimming. "Hey, guys. Take a drink. Joane, you've been here before. You know where it is." Dylan greeted us as he was talking to some guys I don't know. I walked into the kitchen but then I stopped. Brad was literally undressing a girl, leaning against the wall. I struggled myself throught the crowd and slapped Brad in his face. "What the fuck!" He screamed and just then he recognised me. "Joane, I swear it's not..." "What it looks like? You know what, I don't even want to know. We're done, Brad. It's over." I replied. Why does he always have excuses for everything? It makes me sick. Sarah, Arthur and I took our drinks and went to the garden. "If you want to go home, we understand." said Arthur. "No way, I came here to have a good time. I'm not going to let him ruin that as well. He's not worth it." "Sarah! Are you and your friends joining us?" Someone called, I recognised him from school but I don't know his name. He has blonde, curled hair, not too long. Oh, and grey eyes as well. He and his friends were playing a drinking game. "Yeah, let's get drunk!" Replied Sarah and we joined them. Sarah and I were the only girls of the group. And damn, there were hot boys! "Alright girls, I'm Jake and we're playing 'Have I ever'. Do you know the game?" Clearly, he didn't notice Arthur but we all nodded. 'Have I ever' is easy. One by one you say a phrase. For example: "Have I ever kissed a guy when I was drunk.' If you have, then you drink. The dertier the phrases, the funnier. It's like Truth or Dare, but without Dare, really. Ofcourse everybody ended up being drunk. The next morning, I woke up in a bed, next to a guy and I was naked. First, I paniced, until I remember what happened. I'm so glad I remember everything, although I regret I had sex with this guy. George, that's his name. Not that it was bad, but I don't even know him. "You know, we could just continue..." George interrupted my thoughts. "I was drunk, you asshole." I stepped out of bed and a couple came in, almost eating eachother. Followed by some popular guys, including Dylan. "Joane, here you..." He stopped in the middle of the phrase, noticing I'm totally naked. I quickly grabbed a towel, but the boys whistled already. This is far worse than embarassing. "Wow, someone's being a whore." Fred said, he is Brad's best friend. When they finally left the room, I cried. This is why I want to go to Australia so badly. To start all over again.

Calum's p.o.v.:

The first week of school passed by fast. Saturday, the 3 London students arrived at the airport. Two girls and one boy called Joane, Sarah and Arthur. Joane is going to stay at my place. I share a student house with my best friends and band mates: Michael, Ashton and Luke. After Joane introduced eachother I drove her to the student house. "Excited?" I asked her. "You could say that." She answered smiling. She wore a black, ripped, skinny jeans and a black and red shirt. With the English flag in the form of a heart as a necklace, the finishing touch. She has beautiful, long, black hair and brown eyes. She was wearing a bit of make-up, not too much, but just enough. When we arrived, the house was a mess. Clothes were spread on the floor and you could find food everywhere. the boys were playing FIFA. I unplugged the controllers. "Why? I was beating their asses!" exclaimed Michael. "Because I told you guys to clean up while I picked up Joane from the airport!" "Honestly, Calum, you sound like my mother. I'm Ashton, by the way. You've met Calum already, this is Michael and this dude here is Luke." Ashton introduced the lads and Joane nodded. "I'm Joane, can I play?" Asked Joane to our surprise. "You play FIFA?" asked Luke. "Duh, now c'mon. Or are you scared to lose from a girl?"