The Game Without Rules

Chapter Four

Picture of Evie on the side.

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            He had found me.

I remember it all too clearly now. Which is ironic considering I was drinking last night to forget about the embarrassing encounter with him.

I sat in my chair now drinking orange juice as the memories flow back into place piece by piece in my head.

Earnings a questionable look from Greg I shake my head in reassurance.

"Where's Kara by the way?" I had just remembered Kara was with us last night, I hope she's okay.

"You can stop your worrying she's upstairs past out in her bedroom." I let out a sigh of relief as the words tumble out of his mouth.

Before I have a moment to respond Ana waltzes in smiling widely as ever.

"Good morning everyone." We all nod acknowledging her.

"How's the birthday girl? Feel any different now being an adult?" I ask happily.

Someone has to be happy for her.

"Sadly I don't feel any different. I mean I still drink, I haven't even graduated high school yet. I'm not any richer..."

"Or any prettier." I hear Greg murmur.

Ana snaps her head his way shooting a death glare.

I have to reframe from laughing at their small interaction.

Breakfast is soon brought outside by the kitchen staff and people start to dig their food while I just use my fork pushing everything around.

"Evie aren't you going to eat?" I lift my head up to Anastasia whose eying me curiously.

"I'm not that hungry actually. I'm actually just gonna go and check up on Kara to see if she's alright." The mention of Kara's name causes Ana to role her eyes and continue eating.

     Rising up from my seat I head back into the house and up the stairs towards Kara's bedroom. Walking into her bedroom I notice the darkness that fills it. The blinds are shut completely and the slight tint of sun guides my eyes as I soon spot her sleeping figure. I walk over pulling the covers from the mattress.

"Wake up! Kara wake up now!" I say shaking her sleepy form.

"Mmmmm."

"You have 10 seconds to get your hungover ass up before I do something you won't like."

No answer.

"Ten."

"Nine."

"Eight."

She's really testing my patience.

"Seven."

"Six."

"Five."

She stirs.

"Four."

"Mmmmm."

"Three."

"Two."  I open the blinds causing her to squint.

"Two and a half."