A Blooming Beauty

Chapter 14

I woke up looking like a train wreck. I forgot to remove my makeup and so my mascara was running from all the sobbing and it stained some of my pillows. I got up and listened if anyone was home, thankfully I couldn't hear anybody. I stood up and walked into the bathroom to wash my face. I was about to get dressed for my weekly Sunday Starbucks routine but then I thought that maybe Carter would be there, so I decided to stay home.

My head was throbbing from all the beer I drank but fortunately, I wasn't completely hung over. I checked my phone and I had received a total of 10 messages. Some from Beth, some from Jess and some from Carter and yet again, I decided to ignore them. I waited a while for the dizziness to lessen and finally stood up to go downstairs.

I stepped into the kitchen and grabbed a bowl and a spoon and placed them on the table, and a box of Cheerios and a carton of milk from the fridge. As I closed the fridge, I noticed a note from my mom.

Please go to the grocery to buy the following things.

Love you!

And a grocery list was stuck underneath it.

I walked over to the dining table and put the food down. I poured the cereal and the milk and checked my phone. I went to twitter and saw people talking about the party on my tl. They were saying how it was awesome and that we were such losers.

The usual.

Then I checked Instagram and saw the usual party pictures. Girls showing off their boobs and guys drinking beer. Then I came across a picture of Jessica, Bethany and I covered in paint. The caption said 'best night ever!'

110 likes.

And some comments that said stuff like "who invited them? Haha losers." And "best prank ever! Those girls are so gullible" and some other comments I'd rather not say.

Just the usual.

I put down my phone, not wanting to see more wonderful memories of last night and finished my breakfast. Maybe I should've called Jessica and Beth, or at least sent a text. So I did.

The phone was ringing and ringing and finally Jessica answered.

"Hello?" She said miserably.

"Sorry for leaving you last night." I told her.

"Yeah whatever okay. I just have this really bad headache."

"Hang over?"

"Maybe. My hair is still sort of blue and it smells like shit. Do you know how long it took for me to scrub off that paint?" She said sounding pissed.

"Same." I mumbled. "How's Beth?"

"She's okay. What about you though? You haven't been answering your phone all night. We were worried something bad might've happened."

"Sorry. I'm just really fucked up about this whole Thomas thing. God I was so stupid!"

"It's partly my fault. I brought it up in the first place." She said.

"But even if you didn't, and Thomas asked me, I would've gone." I told her solemnly.

"Wanna hang today?" She asked.

"Can't. Running errands for mom."

"Oh okay. Just to let you know, Beth and I are probably not going to school tomorrow so yeah. Byeee." She said and she hung up.

I got dressed to go to the grocery in a gray hoodie and jogging pants paired with white converse. I lazily tied my hair in a high bun and jogged downstairs. I stuffed the grocery list in my pocket and locked the door behind me. I lived in the kind of neighborhood where everything was just a walking distanc, from my house anyway, so I figured maybe walking would be a good exercise so I didn't take my board.

As soon as I arrived at the grocery store, I grabbed a cart and reached into my pocket and took out the crumpled paper. First on the list was bread. I looked through the aisles and finally found it.

Just as I was about to go through checkout, I heard a familiar man-voice scream softly. I walked towards the aisle beside me and saw a pleasant surprise surrounded by cans of meat.

"Dylan?" I said and the mysterious boy turned around and smiled.

"Blair!" He said and tried to get up but slipped on a can of meat and fell back down.

I giggled at the sight and walked towards him. Helping him up and fixing the cans.

Dylan Lewis was my best friend since birth, but when I was 8, his parents split and he moved in with his mom at San Francisco. He got taller. A lot taller. Not that it was good, he was always a lot taller than me. He had dirty blonde hair, a pair of black ray-bans and green eyes because his mom was part Australian.

"What are you doing here?" I said picking up a few cans.

"My mom finally realized that my dad will always be my dad, so half the year I'm staying with my him."

"That's awesome dude!" I said. "What school?"

"North Country High." He replied. "You?"

"Damn! East. Well at least you live nearer now!" I said excitedly.

"Yeah." He said smirking.

"We can hang out more!" I said jumping up and down.

"Yeah."

"And we really really need to catch up more."

"Yeah." He laughed. Dylan's laugh was the best thing ever. You could get hit by lightning and feel so much better when you listen to it. It was warm and friendly and angelic. I always smiled when I heard him laugh.

"One thing though..." He said trailing off. "We look kind of retarded sitting on the grocery floor." He laughed. And he was right.

All the cans were fixed.

He helped me checkout and offered me a ride home and so I accepted. While we were unloading I saw Carter come out of his house. He seemed like he was about to talk to me but when he saw Dylan, he stopped and walked away.

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So what do you guys think of Dylan?? :D I honestly love that name so much.

Anyway, what do you guys think of the party scene. I'm sorry Thomas is such an ass I wanna punch my own character. Lol I'm suck a geek.

And it seems like Carter may be jealous aye?

Vote and comment!

-Bookworm14_ (: