Sex, Love and Drugs -DISCONTINUED-

Sex, Love and Drugs - Chapter Four

Chapter Four

I stretched my arms above my head as a yawn escaped my lips. The sun from the large window that sat behind my bed blared sunlight down onto my body, cascading down every inch and making my blonde hair shine. I brought my hand out from under the covers and slammed my hand down onto the annoying alarm clock that flashed the bright numbers; six AM. A moan formed and exited my mouth as I stretched my arms above my head. I furiously banged my arms back down onto the bed and brought the covers up to my face, covering my eyes from the torturous sunlight.

It was no use, sunlight had entered my mind and my mind was ticking at work.

I distastefully threw the covers away from my body and kicked my legs over the edge of the bed. I stood up from the soft confines of my bed and felt my feet touch the cold wood floor. With quick feet I walked towards my closet and started picking through the many fabrics. I silently hoped it would be hot outside today, because I was in the mood to break dress code and wear insanely short shorts.

As I picked out clothes, I thought about the night before. Brandon had left after we sat and talked for hours. We didn’t really talk about anything special- life, music, the party this weekend and the subject that was slowly growing closer each day and second; my birthday.

I smiled at the thought as I slipped on a pair of studded biker boots before glancing in the mirror again, running my fingers through my tousled curls and fluffing the roots of my hair.

“Savannah, are you ready?” A deep voice shouted up the stairs. I rolled my eyes at him, my eldest and only brother Michael. I hated the fact that I didn’t have a car yet so I relied on my brother who was in college just thirty minutes away.

“Shut your trap, I’m coming!” I yelled back at him, grabbing my bag off the edge of my bed and throwing it over my shoulder. I was about to step out of my room but stopped short in my footsteps when I patted the pockets of my shorts and didn’t find my lighter. I spun around on my heels and stomped back towards my nightstand where I opened the drawer and opened the light pink box that held an assortment of lighters. I chose my lucky pink one that had scratches and dents etched all into the sides of it. Even though it looked ragged, I’ve had this one since I tried my first smoke at age fourteen.

I quickly walked down the stairs when I heard my brother yelling again. I made sure to be as loud as I could, furiously stomping down onto the wood floor steps with my biker boots. When I reached the last step, I found my brother leaning on the banister. I smiled up at him and brought my hand up to his hair and tousled it.

“Stop it!” He snapped, swatting my hand away. He glared at me as I pulled my hand back.

I rolled my eyes but obediently followed his loose demand. “Where’s mom?” I asked, but my mind already knew the answer. I just didn’t want to know the answer.

A saddened look quickly crossed his features. I hated that look. “She had to leave early this morning for another business trip. She was going to tell you last night, but you were with Brandon and she didn’t want to bother you.” He said softly, his hand reaching out to touch my forearm.

“Yeah… bother me,” I scoffed. I flinched out of his grasp as he looked at me with a sullen expression. I shook my head as he tried to say more words and quickly turned around on my heel. I pretended to not care, but deep inside, I did. “Anyway,” I began, walking out the front door. I smiled when sunlight hit my body and I reached to the top of my head and placed the sunglasses over my eyes.  “Let’s go, don’t want to be late for school now, do we?” I said with the most cheerful voice I could muster.

“Don’t forget to pick me up today,” I arched an eyebrow at my brother as the car came to a standstill. I opened the passenger door and climbed out of the large SUV. When I closed the door behind me, I leaned against the door and waited for the window to be rolled down. “Don’t forget to pick me up today,” I said when it was low enough for him to hear me.