Saved By The Bad Boy

Chapter Two

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Chapter Two

Devon

I woke to the incessant beeping of my alarm clock, which only amplified the intense headache I was sporting.  Never again will I drink any form of alcohol – it is NOT worth it.  I groaned and threw the stupid alarm clock across the room, causing it to smash into the wall and fall apart into small pieces.  Even after this the bloody thing didn’t shut up, so I stormed over to it and repeatedly smacked it with my pillow.  Lucy threw open my door and stumbled in, looking worse than I felt.

“What the HELL are you doing?” She hissed, clutching her head.  She obviously had a headache too. 

“I’m trying to stop this stupid alarm clock!” I muttered.  Then, as if it heard me, the bloody thing fell silent.  I mentally cursed the piece of junk as I stood up and walked to the bathroom to get washed.  On the way, I took two aspirin pills in an attempt to subdue the headache – I didn’t want to go to my first lesson with a hangover. 

I showered in cooler water so I would be able to wake up a little more, and it did the trick.  When I walked back into my room shivering, I was fully awake.  I wasted no time drying my hair and twisting it into a messy plait down one side of my head, so the base of the plait hanged over my shoulder.  It looked OK; acceptable for the first day of Uni.  I pulled on some old leggings, a strappy top and an oversized hoodie – I probably looked like I didn’t own a mirror, but I was comfortable so I didn’t really care. 

Walking out of my room, I saw that Lucy had gotten dressed, but had crawled back into her bed.  It didn’t surprise me that she was worse off than I; she practically drank the whole club. 

“Lucy we gotta go.” I nudged her gently, making her look up at me and scowl.  I raised my palms in the air and shrugged.

“Don’t look at me, you’re the one who decided to drink every ounce of alcohol in the bloody bar!” I half chuckled, but stopped when it hurt my head.  She groaned and muttered something that sounded as thought she’d told me where to go.  Charming. 

“Ok well I’m going to class now.” I walked to the door, opened and shut it, pretending to leave.  Lucy jumped out of bed and staggered over.

“Don’t leave me.” She murmured and grabbed her handbag.  Straightening herself up, she looked at me and said she was ready.  She’d thrown on a bit of makeup to cover the dark circles under her eyes, and brushed her tangled hair so it fell naturally.  She didn’t look too bad – much better than I did anyway. 

We walked down the corridors and followed the signs for the music building, seeing as we were both in the same class.  It took ten minutes to walk to the building, and I was surprised Lucy had managed it – she was wearing stupidly high stilettos – with a hangover.  Two things that really didn’t go together.

“Tell me again why you insist on wearing those stupid shoes?” I asked for the third time, making Lucy groan in annoyance.

“Because I’m five foot two, and need to look a bit taller to get guys.” She explained, as though it made perfect sense.  I rolled my eyes at how different we were; unlike Lucy, I was not here to get with guys.  I wanted to further my musical career, and perhaps get some form of record deal eventually.  That was the dream anyway. 

We walked into the classroom five minutes early, yet most of the class had already arrived.  It was a large open room with about fifteen chairs laid out in a semicircle, facing a large whiteboard and a desk.