Chapter 1: Let The Truth be Told

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"Are you fucked in the brain? You're really gonna do this??" She asked with her eyebrows as high as it could go. "Yes, yes I am." I said, shoving the box in my bag.

"WHY?!" All three of my friends yell over the music. "Cause why not? He won't do it, so I will." I said sipping my drink as the three facepalmed and sighed. Is it that much of a bad idea? "You should be ashamed. A girl shouldn't do this for a guy!" Bea exclaimed pointing her finger at me. Bea's old fashioned. Obviously. She likes "traditional" things. Like a couple having to wait to be married before having sex.

"Sweetheart, it's 2016. If she doesn't do it, it won't become a trend." Alex smiled. Not buying it. Alex is a guy with the heart of a woman. He's sarcastic, and the wild one. He loves to break the rules. Then again, at this age, we either don't have the time to or breaking the rules means being stored behind bars.

"Look, if she wants do it, let her. And as her friends, we should support her. Even if it's a stupid idea." Karen said emphasizing that it's a stupid idea. She is the mature one. Even her looks are mature. A bunch of guys run after her no matter where she goes which is annoying for the rest of us three. She has big boobs and a big butt too.. Besides that, she's the most successful from the three of us. Which is to be expected.

"Are you sure? Cause for SOME reason, I get the feeling I shouldn't do it." I said with blank face. The two then exchanged worried looks, Karen simply looking at her drink. "For crying out loud, we're here to have fun. Woman, do whatever the fuck you want! But tonight, we par-" As he yells, the music goes even louder.

***

Leaving the club totally wasted is never a bad thing. Trust me. Until the next morning. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck." I groan.

"Shut up." Alex throws his hand hand on my face. "You shut up." Bea throws a pillow at Alex's face. "Noisy!" Karen stuffs Bea's mouth with a blanket. She spits it out and latches unto my leg. "We should probably get up." I mention with a muffled voice. "Do not speak such foul words." Alex says. "We really should though," Bea says but shows no sign of letting go of my leg. "Guys." Karen calls and the three of us groan at the same time. "What time is it?" She asks. We all grab our phones and take our times processing the numbers we see on the screen. I love this pillow. It's so soft. If only my head was still on it.

The four of us run around the room gathering our belongings. All four rush to the bathroom and stand in front of the mirror trying to make ourselves look at least human. We run out of the hotel room and run to the nearest elevator. We wait and wait and look at our watches and phones. The doors finally open and find a family of 7 with a shitload of bags smiling cheerfully at us. I think about it. I can probably still fit in there. I look to ask for a second opinion only to find the three already by the door to the stairs. Fuck's sake. I run as fast as I could, thankfully not tripping.

We take our turns getting in taxis but at least 30 minutes have passed and not a single taxi would let me in. A tall woman in a red skimpy dress stand beside me looking for a taxi. Yeah, good luck. And in no time at all, there's a taxi in front of us. Thank the gods! As I reach for the handle, someone grabs it before I do and the woman in the red dress smiles at me. As she was about to get in, I grabbed her perfect curls and gave her the same sickly sweet smile. "Move, bitch." Was all I said before I let go of her hair.

***

"This is the 6th time this happened! I can't do this anymore! You have any idea how many errands that get held up just because you got wasted last night! Next time, if you decided to get drunk, do it on your day off not when people are going to get in trouble for you uselessness!" As my boss kept on an on about how he should fire me, how useless I am, etcetera. A sigh escape my lips and that may have been a huge mistake. "What was that? Did you just- did you just sigh? You, you're fired!" He yells.

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