Lost in the Wind

Chapter 1

Hi Guys! This is Josi here and this is my very first story so sorry of it sometimes isn't written that well but I'll learn as I go along I hope.😂 Well I won't stop you from reading the story any longer because honestly I hate long Intros too so here it go's ...
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                  Chapter 1:
I'm standing in the shower, crying. But I'm more angry than sad. How could she do this to me?! She's supposed to be my best friend! I remember the scene that got me into this miserable situation. I was at a party. Just a random teen-ager party. And I was looking for my best friend, Keira Martins. She had gone to get another drink but she hadn't returned for over an hour and I was getting worried. I mean, half an hour would be understandable, she might have danced with someone or gone to the bathroom or something. But she wouldn't leave me alone here for over an hour, especially because this was the first party I've ever been to. I walked through the house, wondering where she could have gone. I didn't look into the rooms because I didn't really want to see what happened inside. I made that mistake with the first door and I wasn't about to repeat it. But Keira was nowhere to be found. The halls were loud and crowded with tons of drunk teenagers, most of them making out, wich was bad enough for my virgin eyes. I decided to start looking into the rooms anyway because I couldn't find her in the hallways. I was shuddering already at the thoughts of the things I would probably walk into. Just as I rounded the corner into another hallway, I saw her. Her blonde hair was tousled and she was kissing someone fiercely, as if it were a competition who could bite the others lips the hardest  or who could stick their tongue further into the other persons throat. Gross. Wait... who is that someone she's kissing? Dark wavy hair athletic build... It couldn't be.. "Chase.." she murmured, kissing him harder. It feels like a slap in the face. That's Chase. Chase Holland. The most gorgeous boy in school and by the way my crush for life. Keira seemed to notice someone was watching and separated their lips to look at me. " Wanna join us?" She slurred giddily. After a moment of silence she recognized me. "Oh, Rose! Wait!" She called out her voice still slow and gooey as if  her tongue was to heavy for her mouth. But I had already turned around and was marching out the front door, fighting back tears. And now I'm here. Standing in the shower feeling sorry for myself just letting the water run down my body as I cry from anger and pain. Why did she have to kiss Chase?! There were tons of other good looking guys at that party, but she had to kiss my crush. I thought she was my friend! Best friend, actually. Since I moved here from London three years ago, she had been my best friend from day one. I still remember her walking down the hallway to say hi to me. She had (and still has) beautiful blonde hair with caramel-brown eyes and curves in all the right places. She was the school star and I was the new shy girl from the UK with the weird accent and glasses. I was nobody. But she didn't care. I was thirteen then.  We became best friends almost immediately. I told her everything. She was more a big sister to me than a friend, also because she, like everybody else in my class, is a year older than me, since I started school when I was 5 because of the British school system. But now she ruined everything through something so stupid. She knew I had a crush on Chase. She knows everything about me but she did it anyway. Traitor. Just as I get ready to sink even deeper into my self pity, the door bell rings. I sigh and get out of the shower, wrap a towel around myself and go to the door. Mom's home pretty early today. I yank open the door and say:" Hey Mom.." „Uhh.." A male voice lets my spirits wake up immediately. I'm staring into bright blue eyes that are quite a bit above my own. It's a guy. Oh, shit. I suddenly notice the fact that my towel is pretty skimpy and I hide behind the door with just my head in view. „Uhh... hey." I falter. „I guess you're not mom?"