Being the It-Girl

Chapter 8: Headaches and Heartache

Headaches and Heartache

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As I stirred in my sleep I slowly opened my eyes trying to recover from a vivid nightmare. It's funny how your mind plays tricks on you making an awesome dream into a fearful yet bizarrely vivid nightmare. Even now I'm having flashbacks.

"Darcy please"
"I'm empty"
"I love you"

My head hurt from remembering the weird dream. As I moved out of the bed which I didn't recognise I glanced around the room I was in. My throat was as hydrated as the Sahara and my head felt like there was a thousand wannabes inside, all screaming my name.

Ergh. Life.

I started to get worried. I have absolutely no idea where I am and for the life of me I cannot figure out where I am. I have no recollection of how I even got here. Shit. Shit. Shit. I knew I would get kidnapped and held ransom; I guess that's the problem with having parents who appear of the Forbes Top 100 rich list, separately,for 7 consecutive years. Maybe I was drugged? Raped? Oh my God. If I didn't feel like dying right now I would be screaming running around and demanding for my lawyer Bert; he's a really merry short and stout old man. Next to the bed there was a dresser I recognised it as a Rick Owens Autumn/Winter piece. Wherever I was could afford a $7200 dresser. On the dresser was to aspirin pills, a glass of water, my phone and a note. I read the note.

Hi Darcy,
It's Layla you've probably woke up freaking out as to where you are. Well after the most eventful party in the entire history of Golden Oaks you were a tiny bit drunk and emotional so we put you up in one of Blake's guest rooms.

I couldn't read on. That means my whole dream was real. I think I would prefer it if I was actually kidnapped. I downed the pills and grabbed my phone. To say I had thousands of notifications was an understatement. I scrolled through my Instagram and found countless pictures of me dancing on a bar? Even weirder I was grinding on Penelope. I don't do things like that unless...

Flashback

"He never notices me. EVER! What's wrong with me why am I not good enough why doesn't he c-care"

"Penny, let's get away from all these people and go to the bar."

"He's not worth it if all he does is make you upset and one day he'll realise how stupid he is but for now our mission is to get drunk have fun and find you a ... distraction for the night"

"Penny let's tweak, no twem, I mean twerk" I giggled stumbling over my words.

"Twerk, twerk, twerk"

"No here!"

End of flashback

Oh my God, well if one thing came out of my stripper routine on the bar is that Penelope wasn't hurt because of Blake. I hate it when she's hurt over him because I don't think he'll ever stop. Scrolling through my Facebook I froze. Our school has a newspaper and media club who are supposed to update the students on the Golden oaks news ever since it went online. However, it's really just a gossip page and the video with more than 400 views was of me and Drew. I played it already knowing what I would see.

It started with drew yelling at me for kissing Gabe. I then snapped out of my dazed state and started yelling at him. Admittedly though I was drunk my dress still looked really good. I was yelling at him for having sex with Amber - something nobody should know. I then went on to express all my past feelings towards him. The most shocking part was near the end where he told me he loved me and was crouched before me crying. This was not good. I've only seen Drew this vunerable when he had some family ... Issues. I threw my phone not wanting to watch anymore. I felt overwhelmed and short of breath. My heart was going into overtime and my thoughts flying around my head. I was unable to keep up and my vision started to blur. I knew what was happening. I thought I was past this after all my therapy I knew how to cope. I gently sat on my bed close my eyes and forced myself to take deep breaths. I envisioned myself at a happier time sat in the garden surrounded my flowers. As I opened my eyes I felt calmer and more in control than I had 5 minutes previously.