LENA JOYCE SAWYER
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"Lena Joyce!" My mother exclaimed. I mentally slapped myself. I should've known this would happen.
"Not only are you getting home way past curfew, you're eyes are really red." She said as she crossed her arms.
"I'm sorry mom." I said pretending to be upset.
"You better be. I swear if you ever come home this late again without telling me or if you ever come home looking like this, consider yourself dead." She said as she tightened the robe around her body.
"Yes ma'am." I said nodding my head.
"Go take a shower and go to bed now." She said sternly.
I nodded my head vigorously and dashed up the stairs the best I could. I tripped over myself slightly.
Once in my room, I stripped myself of my clothes and started the shower. I then stepped into the steaming shower.
I got onto Snapchat and snapped Chandler a black screen.
'thanks for a great night ❤️'
He replied immediately.
'anytime (: i had fun. we definitely need to hang out again real soon.'
'yeah. for sure.'
After I replied I set my phone onto the shower rack and quickly washed my hair and body.
I wrapped my head and body with a towel and walked over to my mirror and swiped away the condensation with my hand.
I just used a makeup wipe to take off the remaining makeup I had on.
After getting on some pajamas I laid in bed and checked snapchat. I frowned softly. Chandler left me on opened. I kept refreshing the page multiple times until I gave up.
I tried to pay attention to whatever TV show was currently playing on my TV, but my mind sorta drifted. Maybe it was still the high I was experiencing.
I never had friends as honest and caring as Chandler, Gray, Sam, Damon, Sarah and Tess.
I recalled a conversation I had with Damon as him and I sat in the kitchen after smoking.
It all started with him saying I was pretty.
"I hope you don't take any offense to this or take it the wrong way, but you're really pretty. Don't worry about me falling in love with you, I am in fact not straight, but a lot of girls, well people, would kill to be like you." Damon said as he looked over my body.
I immediately wrapped one arm around my stomach and then placed a hand over my face.
"Stop. I am not pretty. I am ugly and I literally look pregnant." I said shaking my head. I could feel the heat in my cheeks.
"No. You don't get to say that. Because you are pretty. You know you're pretty, but you just won't accept it." He said as he looked at me intently.
