Rihanna is a normal teenage girl. She's popular, and has a way of charming her way into people's hearts.
More specifically, half the population of boys at Tulip Academy.
She can't help but wonder why she has all the attention, when all she would l...
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I woke up the next morning with two angry faces staring down at me. "Um hey, good morning?" I groaned, why was there such a huge throbbing in my head? Charles and Kyle stared down at me with faces so angry I was confused as to what I had done.
"Is someone going to tell me what the hell I did or am I going to have to beat it out of one of you?" I rolled my eyes, sitting up in my bed and clutching my head. God, what had I done last night? And then it all came back to me.
Getting a little excited and finishing a whole bottle of vodka, tripping into a hot guy who Damien had to pull me away from, and finally, stealing a motorcycle and trying to run away with it and for some reason I also remembered a pink unicorn?
"Explain where the hell you went last night Rihanna. And why the fuck there is a motorcycle outside of our house right now." Charles glared at me. I laughed nervously, "Um I got drunk with Loran and found a motorcycle?" Kyle spoke up now, "Don't even lie to me Ri, I called Loran and asked her if you were at her house." "Do you know how worried we were about you Ri?!" My lovely brother yelled at me with that lovely loud voice of his.
I groaned again, "Oh for Christ's sake will you stop yelling?"
Charles just rolled his eyes and spoke loudly again, "Not until you tell us where you went last night and why there is what looks like a stolen motorcycle outside of the house right now." Then I remembered why he was freaking out so much.
The last time I was on a motorcycle, I had killed someone.
I looked over at Kyle and he looked worried as hell, like he hadn't slept all night. "I'm sorry." I whispered, "But I promise you that I did not get on that motorcycle."
Charles sighed and sat on the edge of my bed. "It's not because I'm worried something is going to happen again, it's because I'm worried that you're going to turn into that girl again. By the way you were acting last night, I was afraid that she had come back."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry, I just didn't want to feel like a fragile baby anymore. All everyone does is worry about me and make sure that I'm okay, but I am and I just wanted to have some fun without having to have 'adult supervision'." I looked up at Kyle, "Did you stay up all night worried about me?"
He blushed and looked away, scratching the back of his neck. I smiled, "Aw come here and give me a hug kyle-wyle." He looked up at me and widened his eyes. "You haven't called me that since eighth grade you know." I hadn't even realized that I had called him something that I hadn't called him for that long but it made me happy that my memory was coming back piece by piece.
"Anyways, now that we've all calmed down a little, I'll let you get freshened up and get some Advil ready and then you best believe I am going to interrogate the shit out of you about last night. Don't even think about making an excuse Rihanna!" He yelled, while walking down the stairs. Now it was just me and Kyle in the room alone.
