I wake up with a major headache. I check my phone and see that it is 7:30 am. I guess it is time to get up and get ready for school. I actually don't know if I even want to go. I contemplate skipping but then a text interrupts my train of thought. I check my phone:
Greyson: you gonna b @ school today? U were waisted last night
That's weird, I didn't know I had his number. I don't feel like dealing with him today. I think I'm just going to skip today. I quickly gather my thoughts and text him back:
Me: I think im gonna skip...but why do you care anyways?
Greyson: u don't remember?
Me: remember what?
Greyson: you'll see soon enough
Me: just tell me now
He didn't respond. I wonder what he's talking about. I don't remember much about last night though. I am still thinking about what happened as I drift back off to sleep. About an hour later my brother walks in my room. "Hey Sam, want something to eat?" Travis asked. "Sure, I'm starved" I reply. I wonder if Travis knows what happened, and I wonder if I still have to go get my car. I lay back down and wait for Travis to come back then I will ask him what he knows. I grab my phone and start scrolling through Instagram. I look for pictures or videos from last night but, to my surprise, I don't find any. Travis walks back in the room. "Hey Travis, I have a question...well, several questions..." I tell him. "Shoot" he replies. "What the fuck happened last night?" I asked. "I'm not sure, you just called me and asked me to come get you". "Ok, did we get my car?" I inquired. "Yes, my friend came with me and he drove it home. Breakfast is ready by the way." I thank him and then I walk to the kitchen. I sit down at the table and I am immediately hit with the smell of pancakes, bacon, and eggs. My brother walks over to me with a plate full of food. I quickly scarf it down. As we eat we have small talk about what I remember. All I remember about last night is drinking a lot. "I don't know what he is talking about though and it's a little concerning. Shit, I don't even know how I got his number in my phone or how he got mine!" I exclaim with concern. "Calm down Sam, you probably just gave it to him when you were drunk." Travis says. "Yea, maybe" I say still confused. We finish our breakfast and then we go to sit in the living room. I really wanna know what he is talking about though. I decide to text him to find out what is going on.
Me: Hey, can I ask you something?
Greyson: Sure
Me: wtf happened last night?
Greyson: You dont remember? ;)
Me: no i dont pls enlighten me
Greyson: I'd rather not... hey look at this
Greyson: (sends her a pic of her panties)
Me: wtf!
He doesn't respond. I am so confused right now. Are those mine? I don't know what is going on. How the hell did he get those if they are?
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Playing the Player
Teen FictionThis story will have slow updates. This book is to play around with my creativity in writing.
