This chapter is deticated to my best friend @riley_wells02 for supporting my story so much! I hope you enjoy!
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When I finally wake up after last nights little adventure, I'm in my bed and it's 3:30 in the afternoon. The last thing I remember was drifting off, again, in Kyle's car. So.. How'd I get here?
Brushing off my confusion, I roll out of bed. I walk to my bathroom and apply some toothpaste to my toothbrush and begin to brush my teeth. I make my way to the kitchen and see a note on the fridge.
Good Morning, Blondie. You fell asleep again and I couldn't wake you up. So, I just brought you inside. We should do that again sometime. I had a lot of fun.
Kyle.
Hm. That was pretty fun...
Looking back on the events of last night, my face flushes a bright crimson red when I recall the kiss. It was really amazing and I wanted it again and again. But I can't help the constant thought rolling over and over again in my head.
Would things be different now? What are we? Friends.. More than friends?
After I finish brushing my teeth I change my still damp clothing and pull on some pajamas. I climb back in my bed for a while and scroll through Twitter on my MacBook .
Coming across some pictures of Isabella and Neil, then some of the party last night and oh my god.
On Twitter, there was a picture of me and that guy from the party last night. When we were kissing. Oh, God. This is disgusting. Who would post that? The creep was like 25!
To me, that's really gross. I'm 17. Is that even legal? Oh, Lord, if my father found this out I'd been in a world of trouble.
Not that he gives a shit about me anyway, but this could end up in his job's hands and ruin his reputation. Even mine for that matter. But, it's not so much as the dude was older, it's the way it looks.
He had his arms wrapped tight around my waist and my butt. My hands pressed against his chest-- I was trying to get away-- and Lord knows what people could've thought we were going to do next.
Christ, how does this stuff even happen to me.
Shoving my laptop off my bed I bury my face in my covers and scream out my frustration.
People are going to be calling me a skank, hoe, whore and every other dirty word in the book. Not to mention the tons of shit I'm going to get from Courtney and her Barbie gang. Oh, no...
Whatever, people can think what they want. I'm sure somebody saw me push him off. I'm sure somebody saw him get decked in the face by Kyle. Hah.
The thought of the guys face when Kyle first punched him was priceless. Dude looked like he was going to shit his pants. Well, by the second punch, I'm sure he already did.
After wrestling around under my covers and contemplating whether I should hunt down whoever posted that picture, I sit up and check my phone. It's five now and I'd just received a group text from Mel.
Meet at Morgan's place ASAP.
Without a second thought I darted to my closet. Throwing on a grey sweater and some black ripped jeans, I grabbed my keys and ran out the door.
We only sent these kinds of messages when something bad happened. I wasn't about to take my sweet time on it.
As soon as I pull up to Mo's house, I sprint to the front door. Not bothering to knock, I barge in and head for her room.
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The New Guy
Lãng mạnMia Hawkings is just trying to get through her last year of high school, without getting noticed. She was doing a pretty good job of that too, until a group of new boys from New York arrived at her school. Including the mysterious Kyle Wade. ...
