I could go on and on about how I had a wonderful sleep. I didn't though. I was absolutely restless and fidgety- more than usual. Nightmares filled my body with distress and finally, I just couldn't take it anymore.
I woke up with a start. Then, I felt the alcohol rushing up my system. I leaned over towards the bucket on the side of my bed and forked everything up. Now, I can't tell you why there was a bucket beside my bed because even I don't remember. Nor do I remember even drinking or driving home. Every memory of last night that should be there just wasn't.
Great. Now I'm going crazy as well.
Then, I heard a muffled sound coming from down the hall; Rexie. Just like that, it all came flooding back and I groaned in despair. I fell back into my bed and pulled the sheets over my head, as if trying to block everything out; make it so that I don't remember anything.
FLASHBACK"Rexie, what are you talking about? This isn't funny. Stop it right now." A shudder went through my body at the mere thought of some sick person trying to touch Rexie in ways she didn't approve.
"H-he did it." Rexie trembled and fell into my arms.
"What the hell?" I quivered and shook, trying to wake her up. It was a futile attempt at waking her up. She'd fainted.
"Do you want me to leave, or?" The kind voice of the person I was talking to made me faintly smile.
"That'd be great actually. Thanks for the talk though. I'll see you around." I responded, trying to be the kindest I could possibly be. He nodded as a response and left swiftly.
I forgot to ask for his name.
Then, another person arrived - presumably the sick person who was responsible for Rexie's state.
"I didn't do anything, I swear. That psycho came onto me." His voice was so deep and rough that it was almost entrancing.
His jawline was evident and his hair was a soft brown colour, making his blue eyes pop and pierce through me like knives. He was a fair colour but he looked a bit more tan from spending time outside. He was also glowing with something I just couldn't pinpoint. The stranger's body was extremely chiseled and I could see the muscles peeking out from under his white V-neck. His jeans hung low on his body, but not too low.
All I could think was: Holy shit, this guy's a god. There's no way he'd be capable of doing something so cruel.
"Then what happened?" I knocked myself out of the trance, snapping at the disgusting but yet so hot stranger in front of me.
No, Katie. You can't think like that. You have to hate him. Right?
"I don't know. I think she was running away from someone when she fell into me." He replied, his anger seeping through.
I sighed. Probably her date. Roxie has a bad habit of running away from her dates screaming bloody murder when she's drunk. I returned my attention to the boy in front of me.
Damn, he looked-
No. Stop now.
"What do you mean apparently?" I questioned him, not letting him off the hook easily. This was my friend's body we were talking about. This isn't some game.
"She said her date was boring and she was getting away from him. Then she giggled. Nobody was even chasing her. She was drunk as fuck." He cursed. seemingly annoyed that Rexie ruined the good time he was having without her.
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Once Upon A Slap
HumorIt all starts on a typical Sunday afternoon when Katie Hursh's best friend is apparently taken advantage of at a club, by none other than the school's new kid and soon to be notorious badass, Cameron Carters. Long story short, she ends up slapping...