When Savvy Met Larry

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^Karen, Ivory, Ian, Aaron.^

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Smith's Residence,
Joyce Road.
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I opened my eyes slightly and was welcomed with a wood carved ceiling. With a groan I clutched my head. Pressing my forehead with my fingers I looked around. The room was dimly lit, curtains were drawn. The walls of the room were teal. The room had a dresser, a wardrobe and two doors; one leading to the bathroom and the other definitely out of the room. It's the Smith Residence, I thought with a slight smile. I should probably thank..... wait a minute. How did I even get here?

Oh God! My eyes widened and I quickly checked under the covers. I sighed in relief. Still the same way I was dressed last night, except the dress is crinkled now.

What happened last night? I closed my eyes and images of the night came to my mind. Flashing lights...... me drinking...... me dancing...... Zack..... My eyes flew open. Why were we dancing TOGETHER? Screw it. It fricking doesn't matter at all. It's fricking over. Chapter closed.

I groaned and moved my body restlessly. My head.... it pains like hell. My throat is damn parched. I hate hangovers. I hate the aftermaths of drinking. I hate getting drunk as hell. I hate drinking. What don't you hate? Sometimes I hate my inner thoughts.

Shaking my head at my own distress, I rose upright slowly. I looked towards the doors. Getting off the bed I walked, more like limped, towards the..... bathroom door. I opened it a crack and closed it back. Okay, that is so not the bathroom. Sighing I went to the other door and went inside, closing the door behind me. I walked to the basin and faced the mirror that was above it.

Damn! I looked like a mess. Hair going in every direction, makeup smudged, eyes looking weird; they have some glint in them, I can't pinpoint why. And my lips they're so dry, there's a tiny wound too on my lower lip. Wait a second..... a wound. I pulled on my lower lip and noticed that the wound started on the inside. It also didn't look like a normal crack.

Shrugging it off, I turned the tap on. Putting my hands under the tap, I started to feel refreshed. Water does wonders. I love the ocean. I wish to live on a beach, probably Miami. It will feel so phenomenal to wake up to the scenery of the blue water rushing to the sandy shore.

Suddenly an image flashed through my mind. Icy blue eyes....... the heat...... his lips...... arms entangled...... lips dancing. Bile rose to my throat. I hastily turned the tap off and rushed to the toilet. I heaved and heaved but nothing came out. My stomach was hurting from all the gagging. Groaning I pulled back and flushed the toilet. I dragged myself to the wall and leaned on it. I rested my heas against the wall and closed my eyes.

What the heck happened last night? Am I just imagining or did I kiss some stranger, or was it Zack? I gasped in horror. No no no it can't be him. The guy I kissed had blue eyes not fricking dull grey eyes. The guy kissed me like I was the world to him not like he wanted to screw me on the floor. The guy I kissed had something different to him. I fricking don't even remember that much.

I just remember his icy blue eyes which remind me of a stormy ocean during dawn. I remember those lips, so soft and luscious. I remember.... what the actual heck? Why am I even thinking about it? I might be just imagining it. Like God knows what happened in the first place..... And even if it did happen, it doesn't matter. It's not like I know him or he knows me..... Oh my God! Does he know me? What if he's in our school? What if he will find me? Do I even want him to know me? STOP! Gosh because of one mere human I won't screw up my already screwed up life. It was just one kiss and I was drunk. It doesn't count. And it's not like we'll meet again.