CHAPTER ONE
I woke up to the feeling of something too hot against my back. I blinked carefully to avoid the glare of the sunlight that streamed through the curtains and tried to look around the room I was in. A desk, a closet, some knickknacks on a shelf, I could tell by the layout and style of the room that it was a girls room but I knew this was the first time I had ever been in here, I shifted until I was on my back and finally looked over to the source of the uncomfortable heat, I silently swore to myself when I saw a girl of about 19-20 lying on her side facing me. This had happened too many times to count now and I was starting to think that maybe I was some sort of manwhore. I looked at her face carefully trying to remember if I knew her, she was definitely at the party last night but for the life of me I had no idea who she was or where I was. I scrunched my eyes up tight and promised myself I would never touch alcohol again, which I knew was a complete lie. I looked at the girl again taking more care to look at her features and noticed that she had dark hair, almost black, she had high cheekbones and a pretty little mouth, she was gorgeous, unfortunately she looked almost exactly like all the other girls I hooked up with which meant only one thing, I was seriously out of it last night.
I moved quickly after that, carefully removing myself from beneath the sheets, grabbing my clothes and shoes from around the bed and then silently making my escape out of the room and down the stairs to the front door. As quietly as I could I put on my clothes then grabbed open the door and made a run for it. I knew it was a dickhead move, just leaving the girl but I wasn’t the stay around type so making a run for it was practically in my DNA.
As I reached the end of the street I looked around to see if I could find any road signs or something to give me a clue as to where I was and to my horror I realised I was at least and hour away from my house. I checked my pockets and came up with my phone and two pieces of gum; of course I would have no money for a cab. I looked resignedly at my phone and then sighed; I was going to have to call someone. My Mum would be at work by now as it was 10.00am and my sister was at dance class, I could call one of my friends but that would mean I would have to have friends, which I didn’t. That left only one person. My thumb hovered over his name for a moment before I told myself to grow a set and pushed down.
Placing the phone to my ear I leant on a nearby wall and waited for him to pick up, I didn’t have to wait long.
“Yeah?”
I had woken him up, I knew that immediately. My body clenched at the sound of his husky morning voice and I had to force myself to answer.
“It’s me”
It was silent for a moment before I heard a sigh and then some shuffling as he moved around in his bed; the thought of him in bed had me closing my eyes tightly
“Where are you?”
I hated that resigned tone in his voice but I answered anyway and waited again as I heard him moving around some more
“Give me 15 minutes”
The phone went dead and I flinched as the dial tone rang into my ear. He was pissed and it was totally understandable. I always ended up calling him when this happened to me and honestly I don’t know why he even answered the phone to me anymore. I sat down on the wall and waited, whilst I waited I thought about how far apart we had drifted over the years and felt a pang somewhere in my chest. Kyo...caring, sweet Kyo. He wasn’t even my friend, he was my sisters but over the years I had come to think of him as mine too. I still remember the day we met. It was 10 years ago and he was this scrawny little 8 year old, the new kid in the neighbourhood. My parents, Gloria and David Westwood ,had forced my sister Taylor and I to go with them and welcome the new family, I was a big macho 12 year old and didn’t want to go with them but when you’re that age and your parents threaten your TV privileges you do as your told. So I went and I welcomed and I glared at the kid who had inadvertedly hurt my pride, after all it was his fault for moving in.
