Cheryl's POV
I let out a yelp when I saw me reflection in the mirror. Simon was being kind when he said 'not too serious'. I looked
terrible. I looked like Rocky, minus all the blood.
"Jesus, Cheryl. Mam's gonna be horrified when she sees this," I said to meself as I was looking the damage over,
pushing me bad eye closer to the mirror, trying to get it all in. Never have the colours pink and purple looked more
horrific.
That Brandon lad really clobbered us, I wonder what HE looks like this morning. I saw a mark on me arm too. A large
dark purple bruise and on me shoulder where he grabbed us. Damn. I really am a weak arse. As I was touching it I
heard me phone ringing. It could only be one person.
I sighed before I answered, I was right. "Hey Sarah."
"G'morning sleepy head! How did it go last night? Did you find her? Did you talk to her? What happened? Did you
find out who that Kay guy was? Did yo-"
"Jesus Sarah! Calm down! I can't even hear meself think." Sarah has way too much energy in the mornings. I
sometimes think that she's on drugs. I smirked at that thought and focused on Sarah's ranting.
"I don't want to talk about it over the phone Sarah. Maybe tomo-"
"No way Cheryl! You are not making me wait til Monday!" She was wining on like a little kid. There was no way I
was getting out of this. "Okay! Okay!" I sighed in defeat, "Just let us get awake first, then you can come over and- "
"Ding! Dong!"
"I'm already here!" She giggled and killed the call before I could say anything.
"You little sh!t!" I told off the phone and let out a deflated snicker. I should of known she would pull something like
this. I started looking around me room nervously as I rubbed me neck.
"sh!t. sh!t. sh!t."
I heard Sarah's footsteps coming up the stairs.
"sh!t."
I heard the door fly open behind us and I closed me eyes and exhaled.
"Morning, lazy! I know I came a 'little' early, but I was so curious abo-"
I turned around in all me pink and purple glory. There was no point in trying to hide it. I didn't look at her though. And
I didn't have too see her face to know what she was thinking. It was all uttered in her loud gasp.
"OH MY GOD!!!"
She rushed over to us and touched me cheek and examined me hand. "What the hell happened to you?!"
"Um... I kind of... got into a... uh, a little fight."
"LITTLE! Look at you! You look like a scene from 'Rocky' or something!"
With that said, I couldn't hold back a loud chuckle. I guess me assessment on me appearance was spot on. Sarah didn't see the funny side though. "What are you laughing at!? This isn't funny, Cheryl. Look at you! You are a mess! You look horrible!"
"Thank you" I said nervously.
She pulled us over to me bed and sat us down before carefully asking what happened, again.
"Well," I said, trying to figure out what to say. "Well, I did find her there - at the club. And there was this hammered
bloke that she knew there, too... I think she knows him?"
"Was he that Kay guy? The name on the flyer?" She gasped, "Was he the one who hit you?! was he-"
"No. and No." God, I suck at talking. I looked at Sarah and she was staring at me eye, hanging on every word. "Kay
isn't a guy. It's a nickname. Her nickname..." Sarah looked at us, eyebrows up. I knew she wanted more details.
"Anyway, um... Long story short: He hit us. I hit him back," I said as I held up me hand. "...and then she kissed us."
Now there was a twinkle of excitement in her eyes as her mouth hung open, me injuries completely forgotten. What
was I doing? I was standing in the middle of me room, looking like a dumb arse and embarrassed beyond belief.
"She KISSED you! She kissed YOU! She..."
Sarah kept chanting it like a mantra as she bounced around like a crazy person on me bed, emphasizing YOU each
time she said it as if I'm someone who shouldn't be kissed. I wanted to run. Finally, she grabbed us by me arms, "This
is BIG Cheryl!" she shrieked excitedly, "It means that she likes you!"
"It does?" I said stupidly.
"Jeepers, Cheryl. You are such a lad sometimes. She kissed you. And when someone kisses you, it generally means
that they LIKE you and/or are attracted to you in some way."
Kimberley likes us? Kimberley is attracted to us? In truth, I didn't even think about it at the time. All I thought about
was the kissing and how she looked at us, could she really 'like' us? Meanwhile, Sarah started laughing at us again. I
realize how ridiculous I must have looked at that moment. I've been looking ridiculous a lot lately. Me banged up
hand resting over my head; me other hand rubbing me neck in confusion; me puffy eye, all rainbow coloured and sh!t.
I must have looked like such a clown. A stupid, goofy clown.I looked over at her; she was still sitting on the bed. "So, are you going to tell me who she is? Now that we have established that the feeling is mutual, there really is no reason for you to keep it a secret anymore."
It wasn't really a question. Sarah is always subtle like that. She'd make a great lawyer someday. My thoughts were
distracted then by a loud grumble in me belly. "Can I eat something first?" We both laughed and me stomach joined in
again too.
"Sure! I'm kind of hungry too, actually I smelled muffins when I came in." Sarah linked me arm in hers and led us out
of me room. "Mr.Cowell really knows how to bake! He can teach you a thing or two about cooking, Cheryl..."
