An Unpredictable Year (Completed)

Chapter 23

I wake up and check the time, 6:32. Perfect. I climb out of bed and go to my closet. I didn't even mean to fall asleep, guess that's what happens when I cry into my pillow. I throw on the dress I got from Talia's closet earlier in the week. I walk into my bathroom and grab a washrag, so that I can wash my face. I grab the makeup Talia got me on one of our shopping trips. I straighten my hair and leave it down, before walking out into my room again and slip on the heels. I grab the wristlet and walk to my window. I climb out and make it to the ground just like I used to back at home. I walk all the way to the house the party's being held out. Good thing it takes me awhile to figure out the complicated part of makeup, since the party's already going. I walk in and go straight to the kitchen.

"Richardson, dance with me." Corey slurs. I finish off the drink I grabbed, before grabbing his hand and walking into the living room. We "dance" and drink until I can't stand anymore.

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I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing. I open my eyes and groan, the light's too bright. My head's pounding. I grab my phone.

"What?" I ask when I answer.

"Where are you?" Tyson asks loudly.

"Quiet." I whine.

"Are you hungover?" He asks angrily.

"No, Tyson, of course not." I say sarcastically, no point trying to deny it, he knows it's true.

"Kyla Nicole Richardson, where are you?" He asks sternly.

"I don't know." I reply quietly, so quietly he probably barely heard me.

"Kyla, you better be getting home, now." He says in his 'parental' tone. I just sigh, but agree, knowing he's right. I get up and walk out of the room I'm in, all the way out of the house. I start walking in the direction of the house. I arrive after a while and take a deep breath, before walking up to the door and into the house. I hear footsteps, before six heads appear. Great, the whole army's here.

"Kyla." Michael growls looking at what I'm wearing, right, forgot I was wearing this thing.

"Kyla, go to room." Drake says sternly, pointing to the stairs, yeah, this won't be good. I listen, for once, and go to my room. I shut my door as quietly as possible and change out of this stupid dress. I get completely changed, every reminder of last night washed away, except my headache. I lie down in bed and almost fall asleep, when Michael and Logan barge into my room, quite loudly, if you ask me.

"What do you two idiots want?" I hiss.

"You know, when you sneak out, dressed like that, to go to a party, and come back the next morning hungover, maybe you shouldn't complain, seeing as it's your fault." Michael says not-so-nicely.

"Get out." I say seriously. They both look at me, surprised, but I just raise my eyebrow and point towards the door. They, hesitantly, leave. I sigh, before climbing out of the window and go over to Talia's house. I knock and wait, I'll be so mad if it's Thomas that opens the door.

"Kyla?" Talia asks, confused, when she opens the door. Thank the unicorn heavens!

"Tal, I need a ride...." I say, almost pleadingly.

"I'll grab the keys." She says, before disappearing in the house. She reappears a few minutes later, keys in hand. She tosses them to me and I take them gratefully. I get in the driver's seat and Talia climbs into the passenger's.

"You know, I love you, Talia." I say, as I start driving.

"Where are we going?" She asks, looking out the window.