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not so chapter 2

Hi bellas!

New update again weeeeeee :)

I know last nights update made some of you a little frustrated but ha, that was the point. ;)

But please don't hate meeeee, I know what's going to happen in the story and yes, there'll be more mature scenes later, but I have to start with the whole intro/beginning thing before writting the cool and exciting stuff you like!

Btw, all the filler chapters or small chapters will be titled as "not so chapter ..." and while the important ones have real titles (in case you were lost)

Thanks for reading and Mucho love,

Pumpkin xx

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I wake up the next morning with a huge headache. Yes, partys are fun and all, but hangovers are the worst. That's the only negative thing in our "college life plan" and I'm still not use to them after two years. Not like you get use to hangovers anyway.

I groan and stand up, gathering some clean clothes to take a shower, bringing my phone with me too. The pounding in my head doesn't help me keep my balance and I stumble my way to the bathroom and silently close it, the small 'click' of the lock sounding like a nuclear explosion to my ears.

The hot water relaxes my muscles and I feel a little bit better as I step out of the shower. I wrap a white towel around my damp body and my hair, then open a drawer to take some facial cream. 

Today is Sunday and I need a break. I think I'm just going to stay home all day and do girl stuff with Carls, if she has nothing else to do. I clean my face and wash my hands before opening my phone to look if I received any text messages. I scroll through my Facebook fields and type an answer for all the people talking to me about last night's party.

Kim Lane: Had an amazing time last night, thanks to Lucas for the party :) xx

I lock my phone then leave the bathroom for my room. A familiar smell hits my nostrils when I walk in and I try to remember where it comes from. It's a boy smell, a mix a mint and vanilla with a little something added, but too subtle to recognize it.

I shrug and drop the towel to wear my clothes. I bent down to take my bra, shirt and jeans that were spread across my floor and throw them on my pile of dirty clothes.

Looks like I had an eventful night, I don't remember a lot about it. At least, the guy left, but it's sad that I can't remember exactly how he looks like, only glimpses of memories flash in my mind but not enough to help me.

I tie my humid hair in a high ponytail and lay back on my bed, but groan when I feel the back of my head hit a hard surface. I rub my temples to control the ache and move my hand under the blanket to look for the object. My fingers then come in contact with a cold surface and I grab the rectangular thing, pulling up it from under my covers.

It's a phone. I frown and shove my hand in my pocket to see if mine is still inside. It is, meaning the one I'm holding doesn't belongs to me. I click on the open button and my jaw drops at the sight in front me.

The wallpaper is a picture of two people next to each other, a girl and boy, looking too similar physically to be a couple. 

Then, I remembered what happened last night, when I partially made the biggest mistake in the world.

He forgot his phone here. How can this get any worst?! I stare at the curly lad in the picture, mouth open, until the screen goes black.

What. Am. I. Going. To. Do.?