Chapter One

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I wake up to a constant beeping right next to my right ear.

I sit up and bend my neck to both sides to force a small crack with each motion. I rub my eyes and finally open them enough to be blinded by the light pouring into the room through the broken shades. I whip down the frayed string to pull up the blinds fully. I look at the clock, I have enough time to change, brush my teeth and get out the door. It was finally Friday meaning the weekend was close.

I put on my skinny jeans and a black shirt. I tie up my long hair into a bun and put on a little makeup. I start up my motorcycle and get to school with a minute to spare before the first bell.

I go to my classes and managed to stay awake through all of them. I got home around 12:30 last night so I got at least six hours of sleep, more than usual.

"Aspen!" A voice calls as soon as I get out of my last class. I turn around to see my friend Belle walking straight at me. She throws her arm around me and leans her heavy head on my shoulder.

Belle is almost 5'8 and towers a good four inches over me. "So what are we doing tonight?" She says into my ear. She wreaks of weed.

"Whatever." I respond.

"Alright, well Dylan invited me to go with him to some party so you're gonna join okay?" She says.

I give her a nod.

"Sick!" She says before kissing me on the cheek and running off in the opposite direction.

I roll my eyes and make my way to motorcyle. I start to drive off until a red mustang almost pulls into me. I look into the car to see Dylan in the passenger seat with some kid I recongized driving. I think his name is.. Henry? I flip them off to their delight and drive off.

I get to my apartment and shower off. It's almost four and Belle said she was picking me up at six to get dinner.

I put on some leggings, a black shirt, combat boots and a thick flannel with a coat. I let my belly-button length dark brown hair dry normally and put on some eye make up. I grab my phone to notice that Belle texted me that she was here. I lock up my small room and step out into the cold hallway. It's late november and it's already fucking freezing.

I get into Belle's car and listen to her talk about something for an hour, I wasn't paying enough attention to remeber what she was talking about. I just nodded so she thought I was.

It's 8:30 when we finally finish dinner and get back in her car. I hadn't even noticed what Belle was wearing. She had on a tight white cropped shit, a short skirt and high knee socks.

"You kinda look like a slut" I told her.

She smiles and kisses me on the cheek. That was a compliment to her.

"Are you still coming to my house for thanksgiving?" She asks and I nod.

The party is about thirty minutes away and Belle talks the whole time.

Once we get there she grabbed my hand and led me inside a huge mansion like house. I have no idea whos house it is, Belle probably didn't either. The music is blasting and I couldn't hear what Belle was trying to say but I nodded anyway, not caring enough to have her repeat it.

I know I probably seem like a shit friend but it's always been this way since Belle and I were eight. It works for us.

She leads me over to a group of guys, Dylan is there and that kid that was driving earlier.

Dylan hugs me and kept his arms around both me and Belle. I look up to notice the Henry kid staring at me. I gave him a smile that was half saying "why the fuck are you staring at me" and a little bit of "you're kinda cuter than I rememeber you being the three days you were in my english class"

He doesn't smile back but he looks away, I guess realizing he was staring.

Before I know it everyone has a drink in their hands. But me, Belle did, even though she promised she wasn't going to. Now I knew I was going to have to drive home.

The party got sloppier as I tried to make my way through drunk kids making out. I noticed the Henry kid staring at me. Was his name even Henry? This time he didn't even take his eyes off me. I look behind me just to check if it was actually me he was staring at, when I turned back around I noticed him laugh before he turns and walks into the big mob of people.

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