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CHAPTER 11:

As Amasia got ready to go to bed, she kept thinking about all the things Liam did. She wanted to stay the night with him but his family was back from their trip. Why did they have to come back? I mean of course they had to, but couldn't they have waited for like a day or two? I would've liked to say thanks in my own special way. He would've been blown out of his mind when I would've started to caress his..., she stopped and thought, go to sleep. You can't get turned on right now, otherwise you'll have to take care of yourself and he won't be able to do anything. I like it when he does things. When he touches my... Stop it. Why do I always have to be so horny? Sometimes I feel like a sex addict.

She took the bag of weed and hid it between her clothes so that her parents wouldn't find out. Her clothes were always a mess and her parents wouldn't dare to go anyway near it. She loved to buy clothes, but would throw them in the "dump", as her mother would call her wardrobe, as soon as she got home. She dropped herself on the bed, covered herself with her favourite blanket and closed her eyes.

Soon enough, Amasia fell asleep as she had a lot to drink and her mind wasn't really her friend right now. Rather, it was someone she didn't know but wanted to be. That is what alcohol did for her. It made her feel like someone she is not but in a good way. It would make her forget her fears, her flaws, and her own shortcomings. Her body wasn't strong enough to handle alcohol or weed but she didn't want to stop. Though being drunk had its own drawback. She didn't notice the ten missed calls and twenty-one text messages left by Brett on her phone. It had been a whole day and they hadn't talked at all.

It bothered Brett that Amasia would always be comfortable if they didn't talk for a day or two whereas, he on the other hand would go crazy and become jittery. He was an over thinker himself but only when it came to Amasia. He would start feeling that they are growing apart and a day would come when Amasia would leave him because she got bored of him or found someone better than him. He didn't care about anything as long as it didn't involve Amasia.

Liam was thrilled as he drove back home. He felt proud of his proposal and patted his brain on the back for a wonderful job. Her reaction to every surprise he gave her was worthwhile. A day would come when we would live together and I would show her how much I really love her. I can't wait to get my own place next year.

Liam went on and on about Amasia till he reached home which was a thirty minute ride. Every intersection he would stop at, reminded him of what he had achieved and how he was going to try his best not to ruin it. He got home, slid between his sheets after changing and began to imagine all the things he wanted to do with Amasia.

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Amasia's brain felt a hundred pounds heavier. She knew the morning was going to be tough as she always had massive hangovers. Her brain would punish her for drinking too much by ruining the day after, but she never learned. Even though her brain was making her crazy, she continued her custom of checking her phone first, without even getting up, without even opening both eyes. She was taken aback when she saw she had missed so many calls from Brett and there were way too many messages from him. She knew it then and there, cozied up in her blanket that they were going to have a fight. Might as well tell mom to make coffee, it's going to be a long day.

Amasia didn't reply to Brett's messages or called him back as they were already going to meet in college. She felt enchanted, but then the missed calls and messages came to her mind which vanished those feelings. She bathed, took around thirty minutes to decide what she was going to wear and due to her love for fashion, she was going to be late again. She finally found something that she approved of: a short Aztec print top that tried it's best to cover her stomach, paired with plain white jeans. She hurried up as much as she could. She wore her bellies without tying them up in addition to her comb in her hand and headed out straight to the bus stop.