I woke up early the next morning with a pounding headache. I moaned and tried to gather thoughts of what had happened last night. My memory was foggy and I felt embarrassed and ashamed of how I had acted. I couldn't put all the pieces together of the moments with David and the ones before.
I sit up and glance around Kayla's bedroom. She is still asleep on her bed and I must've passed out on the floor. I couldn't face her. I'd never lost control like that and I didn't want to hear her lecture me. It was already embarrassing enough. I quickly gather my stuff and stand up. A rush of blood goes to my head and my head pounds. I let out a quiet cry of pain. Kayla stirs in her bed and pull my stuff together and dash out her room to my car in her driveway. I feel safe once sitting in the car alone. I rest my elbows on the steering wheel with my hands against my forehead.
What did you do last night, Stella? I'm incredibly stupid because by now I've probably already lost David. I grab by phone and see that it's close to noon. I have three missed calls from my mother.
"Shit..." I mutter under my breath. I dial David's number and almost press call but pause. I realized that it didn't bother me much that I would probably lose him. I didn't care anyone. Putting my phone back into my purse, I start the engine and drive back to my house.
I still feel pretty shitty but a little better after finally waking up. The light hurts my eyes and makes my head throb. I put my sunglasses on and examine myself in the small car mirror. I'm a mess. My hair is a knotty mess, I have dark circles under my eyes, and the makeup residue is smeared on my face. I look hungover. Great.
As I turn the corner and my house comes into view. I notice a group of boy in front of the Grier's home. They wrestle each other for a football. I spot Nash among them. I curse out loud to myself. Well this day has started off great. There is no possible way for my to avoid them as I pull up just a couple feet away from their game. I can feel their eyes on me but I refuse to turn their way. My heart beats crazily fast and I pull out my phone and acted like I wasn't paying any attention. I cut the engine off and the car was so quiet I felt as if I could hear my heart beating a million miles an hour.
I jumped about ten feet in air at the loud knock on my car window. I turn to see his smiling face outside my door. He waves, there he was, Nash Grier. Still in shock, I open my car door and stand a few inches apart from him.
"Well hello, Stella. Long time no see" his smile is so wide I try my best to smile back but I'm practically shaking still.
His laughs, "You should've seen your face. You totally freaked out"
I scowl, "Yes, because I actually thought you were a serial killer breaking into my car" I punch his arm and break into a slight smile. He laughs again and hugs me. He's tall and my head is pressed against his chest. I hug his waist and am able to smell his shirt. He smelled like cologne, but it smelled good.
"Wow I've actually missed you" He says shyly.
"I can't say the same, sorry" I say jokingly with a shrug.
"Oh, c'mon it's soo obvious you're dying inside now that you've seen me. Come here I've got some people I want you to meet" He pulls my hand and I feel butterflies in my stomach. There in the grass still by his house are about 11 other guys all with their eyes on him. Once pushes in front of the other guys confidently. He looks me directly in the eyes as he stands close to my face,
"Hey, you must be Stella. I'm Cameron and it's a pleasure to meet you"
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Magcon: the boys next door
RomansaI've never liked bows and dresses. I'm not a girly type...or I didn't use to be. Just like nash was never more than a friend to me. He was always a neighbor to play around with or a guy who helped make fun of my older sister, Karmen. But now I'm not...
