Mistake || l.h || >>Editing<<

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Chapter 2

Ariel

I wake up with my head pounding in this completely different room.

My first thought; Where am I?

My second thought; Who is this hot guy next to me.

My third thought; Why am I naked?

I rub my temple with my two thumbs and look around the room for my clothes or anything. Anything that will help me remember where I am and what happened.

I get up from my spot on the bed with a blanket wrapped firmly around my body. Picking up each article of clothing and putting them on hoping that mystery man won't wake up.

There is a noise coming from the bed that makes me squeak and his eyes fly open.

"What the fuck?" He says looking at me.

"I don't like that word." I pout. Holding my head.

"What?" He squints his eyes at me and then laughs. "You were a lot more fun when you were drunk."

"I was drunk! Oh my gosh! I-I need to find Calum! I was the one who was going to drive."

"That whole sentence didn't have a swear word."

"Maybe because I don't swear?"

"Why not?"

"You know you ask a lot of questions." I say letting out a nervous chuckle.

"And you talk a lot."

I look at him an raise an eyebrow.

He does the same and laughs. "You take things to serious. You need to chill."

"What school are you from?" I ask.

"Your school. We have the same P.E class."

"What?"

"Oh my god. You must be deaf or something." He clears his throat. "WE HAVE THE SAME P.E CLASS." He says louder to me.

"Who's house is this?" I ask looking around the room fully clothed.

"Some guys house." He shrugs his shoulders and starts to get up.

I squeak again, and turn around.

"Chill. I have my boxers on."

"Oh. Nice to know you're a boxer guy." I say, annoyance in my voice.

"Oh hunny. I know what size bra you are."

My eyes widen. "How!?"

He laughs. "You know how."

"I have to go find Calum."

I exit the bedroom and go looking around the house.

"Hey!" Someone says behind me. I turn around to see the same boy from the room.

"I don't remember your name." I say walking again. Rubbing my forehead.

"It's Luke. Luke Hemmings. I know your name." He smiles.

"That. Whoa. You sound like a stalker."

"I wasn't drunk last night."

My eyes widen again."What?" My voice is squeaky. "You know what. Help me find Calum."

He nods his head with a smirk on his face and walks upstairs.

I find someone sitting at the kitchen table. "Hello." I say. Looking through some cabinets.