Chapter one
My head instantly started pounding when I opened my eyes. Ugh. The one and only thing I will ever hate about my life is the hangover after a night of drinking, drugs, and sex. Oh and I hate.. HATE kids. They never listen. They’re drooly and smelly and sticky. They just make me wanna rip the hair out of my 19 yr old head. Honestly the thought of ever having kids of my own hurts my already pounding head.
I rolled over pushing the pillows off and away from my head and untangled myself from the web of blankets and looked around my dark room. The light from the morning, or should I say afternoon, was trying to stream through my dark curtains, which I was suddenly happy I invested in because that light would kill this hangover. Wondering what time it was I swung my legs over the side of the bed and when my toes hit the cold wood floor, it sent chills all through me..
I felt a vibration from somewhere near my butt and patted around the bed til my hand landed on my cell phone. 3 missed calls and 7 text messages. Nice.. I opened them all one by one replying to each with “too hungover can’t hang tonight” or “I’ll see you later” and one “I’m alive so get your butt over here” to my best friend..
We always went out together to clubs and bars. Yeah we’re 19 and underage and its against the law and blah blah.. I’ve heard it all. But that’s what you get for having piercing ice blue eyes, long perfect brown curly hair with natural highlights of all colors, and an amazing body. Add all that together and knowing the guy who owns the bar, or a few bouncers in the club and a fake I’d. as a 17th birthday present from your best guy friend.
It will get you in every time. Hasn’t failed me yet.
I stood up and walked across my bedroom to the bathroom looking in the full length mirror on the bathroom door. I was only in a bra and panties but its more than what I usually wear after coming home from the club at 4 am. I looked as I usually did.
My “after picture” was usually the “before picture” on an infomercial for make up or on a reality show where ugly people get made into irresistible fox’s.. I however was born an irresistible fox. And many girls would die to look like me.
“hey beautiful” I said to my self with a wink and a blown kiss to the mirror. I’m not usually self centered. I just ‘encourage’ myself when I’m alone. When I’m out, all the guys, and a few girls, do the encouraging for me.
I combed my hands through my tangled mess of hair making it look a little decent and walked out to the kitchen connected to my bedroom. Yeah I live in a small one room apartment type thing but the rent is cheap, I’m the only one who lives here unless a friend.. Or a guy friend comes and stays over for the night.. But I’m never home anyway. Either working down at the local market or out hittin the bars and clubs. So this little one room apartment works for me.
I sighed and padded my way over to the kitchen, and threw the pop tarts in the toaster.
