Staying High [ DISCONTINUED ]

chapter ten

I open my eyes and try to sleep again, but I hear my phone ring. I cover face using my spare pillow but the ringing gets louder. I groan and I sit up. I grab my phone and answer it.

"What?" I snap.

"Whoa!" He says. "Someone's in a sour mood."

"I was sleeping." I say.

"It's already 8 in the morning. Why are you sleeping?" He says.

"I slept at 12 am, George!" I groan and I fall down on my bed.

"Okay," He says. "I'll just talk to you later." He mumbles.

"I'm awake now, tell me." I say.

"Well, I saw Miles last night, after I dropped you off..." He says. I stiffen. I can remember how his rough yet soft hands roam around my body.

What the fuck? Stop, Blaire!

"But I wasn't sure if that was him or whatever. Blaire?" He says. I inhale and shake my head.

"Yes?" I try to act normal.

"You're not bothered?" He asks.

"Nah," I say. "He's just another painful memory in the past."

"Oh, so just get back to sleep and I'll talk to you later. Bye." He says.

"Bye." I hang up.

I put my phone on my drawer and I scream loud. "WHAT THE FUCK!"

I hear a knock on the door which makes me stop. I shake my head and muffle my scream using my duvet. "Fuck you! Fuck you!"

I close my eyes and stop screaming. I shake my head and stand up. I head to the bathroom and do my stuffs.

I wear my black skinny jeans and a maroon fitted sweater. I put my cigarettes and lighter on my pocket. I hold my phone and keys.

I head to the door and I see Bethany.

"Hey!" She says.

"Hello," I say. "How's the night?"

"Nah," She walks toward me. "We just had a small talk in the park and I slept at his house."

"You didn't have sex or whatever?" I ask.

"Nope!" She says.

"Okay, I need to go. Bye!" I say to her and walk outside.

I light my cigarette and head somewhere that I don't know. I turn on the right corner and I almost bump into a person.

"Oh shit!" I say. "I'm sorry."

I continue to walk but the stranger grabs my wrist and I turn around.

Well, well, well, look what we have here...

Guess I'm going to be dead.

"Blaire, I am so sorry for the other night!" He starts. No, please. Lets just forget about it.

"Oh, that silly old one night stand?" I ask. I see his facial expressions change. His frown is visible and hurt in his eyes.

"Uhm..." He says. "Yes," He can't accept that it was a one night stand.