Chapter 2
I read and re-read the title, too scared to read the list. It never changed, just stayed there, staring at me.
Things to do: Just This Once.
Slowly, I unfolded the rest of the paper.
1. Wear inappropriately short dress with stupidly high heels.
2. Get ridiculously drunk
3. Talk to a
The rest of the list had been torn off, but going by Attractive Male currently asleep in my bed, I think we all know what the rest entailed. With my headache beginning to throb, I got up from my perch on the toilet lid, and staggered over to the sink, clinging onto the wall for support. Once safely holding onto the edge of the sink, swaying slightly, I opened the mirrored cupboard above the sink, and reached straight for the ibuprofen, taking two – regardless of strength. Letting go of the sink to put the ibuprofen back, I promptly collapsed cross-legged on the floor. I looked down at myself, studying my state of undress. I was not wearing any actual clothes, just a pair of lilac lacy knickers I most certainly did not recognise. My eyes continued to scan up my body, and I discovered I was wearing a matching bra. Unfortunately, nothing else.
Suddenly shivering, I got up (gradually) and stumbled quietly back into my room. After tying the belt of my pink fluffy dressing gown round my waist, I inspected the clothes that were scattered across the floor.
1 skimpy black dress, with a silver sequin flower design.
1 pair of silver stilettos (so high I doubt I could walk in them)
1 pair of ripped skinny jeans
1 black tee-shirt with a yellow Nirvana logo
1 pair of black Vans
Right. That helps me not one bit. Only I do know I definitely achieved goal one on my list.
I continued my inspection by going over to the bed and taking a closer look at Attractive Male.
Shit.
Light brown hair in a (now messy) quiff. Lip ring.
OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD.
HOW. FUCKING. DRUNK. WAS. I?
This is not good. Not good at all. I. Kayla Collins, have slept with Luke Hemmings. Luke Hemmings, age 18, from Sydney, in up-and-coming punk-pop band 5 Seconds of Summer.
Why am I not celebrating?
Well, Luke Hemmings is in fact not my boyfriend.
So, surely that just means I had a one night stand?
No. Not at all.
Because Luke Hemmings is in fact, should be someone else’s boyfriend. Not that he is actually officially taken or anything, he doesn’t (according to the many interviews I have watched), have a girlfriend as such. But El, Hailey, and I have had this agreed for ages. When it comes to 5SOS, Luke is Hailey’s. As in Hailey, my best friend.
Well, my soon to be ex best friend.
HOW THE FUCKING HELL DID THIS HAPPEN?
I mean, I know I was drunk, but how did I not recognise him? Screw that, how did any of us not recognise him? And why wasn’t Hailey with him?
And what am I going to do about Ashton? My actual boyfriend.
Well, my soon to be ex-boyfriend.
Luke rolled over. Crap what if he’s waking up? As any normal person would do, I ran out the room and back into the bathroom, just managing to lock the door before I broke down in tears.
