Nate
I woke up to the sound of groaning.
I opened my tired eyes and looked at the Nick Tesla digital clock on her bedside.
It read nine thirty.
Damn I did not get enough sleep.
"Fuck.., what happened last night? Did we even go?" Quinn asked, the sound of her voice above a whisper as she grumbled.
Quinn attempted to lift her head but telling from how she groaned, held her head and lay back down, she still had a headache from last night.
"Yeah we went, you kinda disappeared for the most part, then you busted into Kat's bedroom and threw up into a boot because you were drinking your weight in fluid ounces of Jell-O shots ," I recounted.
"it was all clear because apparently you haven't eaten today and you kept throwing up and we got you upstairs and you fell asleep. I stayed behind to make sure you didn't choke on your vomit while you were sleeping, and thus, we're here," I finished.
What a night.
"Kat's room? Why would I ever want to be caught dead let alone drunk in there?" She questioned.
"You were looking for us, I answered.
She shrugged, as though she were satisfied with my explanation and closed her eyes.
"Was it fun?" She asked.
"The party?"
"Well.., uh.., yeah, it was actually," I replied.
"You went off separately and we played a bottle game with Kat and some people at the party," I replied.
"Oh yeah I remember that, I think I met someone actually," she added.
I did a double take.
"You did?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.
"Yeah I did," Quinn answered, giggling a bit.
"His name's Brian, he's on track team, he says he likes smart girls better than stupid bimbos."
"Oh," I replied after a second.
Not that I didn't like her with someone, it was jut hard to imagine someone like Quinn getting giddy over a guy, especially since she's the "men aren't shit" type of girl.
Then again there are always exceptions.
"Want me to make you something to eat?" I asked.
"Yeah I would, thanks Nate," she replied, rolling out of her bed.
I got up from the chair, I stretched.
Ouch, I thought, chairs are not a comfortable place to sleep.
We walked downstairs to the kitchen as I looked around for the turkey bacon and Quinn opened the cupboard and pulled out the pancake mix.
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She's so mean
Teen Fiction"God I'm so mean" Kat, the self proclaimed mean girl of her town. She's the girl that everyone knows and talks about but isn't quite the what you'd expect a popular-ish girl to be like, and that's just how she likes it. Nate, often found in your hi...
