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Chapter Three:

Chapter Three:

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I woke up, my head pounding as the sunlight peered through the thin curtains. I placed my hand on one of my temples and began to massage it. Man, how much did I drink last night?  My eyes still remain shut, as I sat up in the bed, stretching out my sore muscles. After a few minutes of squinting at the sunlight, and wiping the sleep out of my eyes, I realized. Where was I?

"Good morning, babe" a deep voice said. I jumped a bit in the bed, startled the the sudden noise in the quiet room. I looked around, wondering where the voice had come from, before spotting a black shadow in the corner."How'd you sleep?"

"O-okay, I guess..." I rubbed my eyes again. I tried to look at him, but he was too out of sight. "Wh-who are you?" I asked. "Why am I here?"

A chuckle filled the air. "You were totally wasted last night, man. You should've seen yourself."

I really feel sick. I clutched my stomach as it gurgled and twisted, me putting my hand over my mouth just incase anything decided to come out.

"The bathrooms over there if you need it," he pointed. I nodded, even though he might've not seen me.

As I yanked off the blankets and let my feet dangle off of the bed, I had noticed I was still in my dress from last night, my TOMS by the wall in the corner. I rubbed my face, and got up, the bed making a loud springy sound as my wight lifted off of it.

I shuffled to the bathroom, looking at the huge vanity mirror. I was disgusted at it's reflexion. My makeup had been a mess. Mascara and eyeliner dripping along my cheekbones and my lipstick not even on my lips. I was so messy.

"Had fun last night?" He stood in the doorway, his large frame slouching a bit as he leaned against the wall. I jumped a little, startled by how close he was. But I was finally able to see who he was.

He had dark brown hair, curled and swept to one side in perfection. His arms filled with tattoos, and his face pierced with rings and studs. He wore a simple black tee shirt, a pair of dark jeans, and some socks to cover his feet. He was tall, slim, and looked about my age, but never have a seen someone as dangerous as him. He took a step closer to me, and I, stepped back a bit too. Putting my hands out to keep my distance.

"Relax," he smirked, he reached under the sink and pulled out a few white bottles, holding them out for me to grab. "Might wanna take these, you're probably hungover."

I uneasily grabbed the bottle from his hand, our fingertips barely brushing as it transferred into my soft, pale hands. I looked up to his emerald eyes, and simply smiled as I made my way past him and into the bedroom I was once in, him lingering behind me.

I made my way to the corner of the room, retrieved my shoes,  sat on the bed, and slipped them on. After putting on my shoes, I went back to bathroom and splashed some water in my face, clearing all of the dried makeup from the night before. While I was recolecting myself, he just watched from afar. His eyes never left me, he just watched from a distance, in the living room on the couch.

I grabbed my clutch and liked it with my belongings, my phone and other necessities I had in there. As I bent down to retrieve my watch, my eyes widened as I saw what time it was.

"Shit! I'm late for my classes!" I began to speed up my pace. Running around the room frantically searching for my things.

"Need a ride?" He asked, still watching me run around.

"I'm fine. Thank you though." And with that, I ran out of the small house and began to speed-walk to my home, which luckily, wasn't that far.

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As I rushed through my home collecting my books, pens and notebooks, I had already realized the school day was over. I sighed and slumped down on the couch, tired from last night and this morning.

My eyes began to slowly shut as the house remained silent. It calmed me, causing my muscles to relax and collapse deeper into the sofa.

My phone buzzed nonstop moments later. Well, I guess resting wasn't an option. As I retrieved my phone from the coffee table, it continued to light up with texts and messages from friends and family.

'Where are you?'

'Why aren't you in class?'

'Are you coming to class today?'

'The days over, where are you?' Where all messages from some of my friends from uni, Niall and Liam. We all typically hung out with each together at school, not the most recognized or seen people at school. We'd always get bullied and mistreated, but that's didn't really bother me, I've been used to being picked on ever since I was little.

My mother as well messaged me, asking if would like to join her for dinner on Sunday night. Gladly I accepted her invitation and told her I'd be going.

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I tapped my pencil against the thick textbook trying to concentrate, but nothing was succeeding. My mind was racing at a million miles per hour, thinking about last night.

Adam, and that other girl, still fresh in my mind. How could be do this do me? Leave me for another girl? What did I do wrong? I mean, was our relationship that bad? I thought it was going great so far. I mean we'd only been together for a few months, things were getting pretty seriously between us but I guess he just got bo-

A knocking on the door interrupted my thoughts as I made my way to the entry way.

I opened the door, and there he was. That boy who looks like nothing but trouble, the one with the piercings and those pretty green eyes. I still didn't know his name...

"You forgot this at my place." He said, holding out his hand.

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