Just a Game (Watty Awards) (HOLD)

Chapter 6: hangovers

Chapter 6 Hangovers

Austins POV (Caties brother)

I woke up in the morning, to the worst headache ever. The pounding hangover that would not go away. I only got a little drunk last night, 5 shots that was it and now my head felt like all the worlds weight was on it. As I was nursing my hangover there was a knock on the door. "Come in." I yelled only to regret it, because my head felt like I just pounded it with a ton of bricks.

"Sir Jake, I have your breakfast." my grandmothers maid replied. She was a petty women in her mid 20s, with silky black hair and and warm brown eyes. Not young enough for me to hit but she was one hottie.

I nodded in reply, not really wanting to speak and feel the wrath of my handover. She nodded back, handing me the paper and leaving. Before I could call her back and ask why she bothered to give me this, (Papers were for old people in my opinion) I saw the front cover. My eyes almost bulged out of there sockets. On the front page was a mysterious girl with a hoodie and sunglasses, and a dude wrapping his arms around the girl. It was blurry but even that didn't stop me, from realizing that, that was my sister. I ran out of my room to the room across and entered her room fearing the worst.

I stepped inside,"Cate?" I called out as my head started pounding again. I realized her room was the same as yesterday. Which means...she never came home last night.

Damon's POV (Mystery guys)

I stared at her, as the painful memories of last night came back. When I saw her I thought she was Layla for a minute. But, Layla died a few years ago and I wasn't going to remember those afflictive memories. I couldn't bring myself to deal with them, not now, not ever. This girl, she was different, the second I saw her, she was looking at someone angrily. I thought she was just another barbie doll, but i was wrong. When I talked to her she kept rejecting me and putting me down, and I loved it. It was like a breathe of fresh air meeting a girl who doesn't fall in love with me the second she sees how I look. After Layla, a lot of girls threw themselves at me, at the parties my dad sent me to.

My life was different it wasn't like your everyday rich kids or an average Joe life, I got to experience both a normal life and the high life.

My parents were divorced. My mother moved me to England when I was four, whereas my father stayed in New York. My mother taught me the value of money by not letting me flaunt it like my father. She made me yarn it through chores and allowances. When I was old enough I also had part time job. I still only had a summers worth-experience because I was only old enough to get one last year.

My mother was a very laid back women, who worked as a journalist. She was always home for dinner and gave me a normal life the best she could.

My dad on the other hand, gave me the rich lifestyle. After he divorced, he never remarried. I didn't know why but he didn't. Me, being the only child he pretty much spoiled me. I went to the wildest parties, got everything I wanted and all the works. I was his heir after all. When I was with him I would go to a private school in NY. We would do things like traveling and touring the country a lot. Where as when i was with my mother we would, do stuff like hiking, biking, kaiaking, surfing, rock climbing and other stuff you normal do at camp.

Camp was another thing, when both my parents were to busy they would send me to a camp.

My mother and my father practically spilt my time. One school year I would stay with my mother and the summer with my father and visa versa. It was difficult having to change every year, back and forth. I mean which kid would want to say, "See you the year after?" at the end of each school year?

I was cool with it, it was really fun at times. The only thing was no one in England was supposed to know about my fathers wealth. I was supposed to be an average kid, as my mother wanted my life to be more then the rich prep kid. I was still in private school in England a very prestigious one, on my dads note. Here I was supposed to say I was a football scholarship kid, only my teacher's knew who I really was.