One Drunken Night

Chapter 12(You Old Fart)

I dedicate this chapter to my internet buddy Dylan xD

Yup, his name is Dylan

Dylan's(Character) name didnt come from Dylan.(Internet buddy)

anywayssss his birthday is coming soon

November something xD

lol anyways hope you enjoy this chapter :)

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I felt something poke my cheek, I lazily lifted my hand and tried to swat the annoying thing away. The thing did stop poking me for a while until--

YEAH...YOU!

"Ahhh!!! Fudge Hailey, if you wanted to wake me up, you could've just shook me awake, not let The Vamps ruin my ear drums!!" I shouted while rubbing my right ear and sat up on my bed. I snatched my phone from her and paused the song.

"I was suppose to shout in your ear but I decided to be merciful today." She gave me a smile, sitting on her bed.

"So I should thank you for sparing my ear drums?" I asked as I got up from the bed and looked at the clock, I raised my eyebrows. "The fudgeballs? It's still 6:30 Hailey, why would you wake me this early?"

She took out her phone from her pajamas--huh, she's still wearing PJ's, why didn't I notice that?--and showed me what was on her screen.

My eyes widened. "What the freaking--Hailey! Give it!" I tried to snatch her phone, but she pulled it out of my reach. I stomped my foot like a kid. "Delete it!!!" I whined. Yeah, I know, I'm so grown up.

"Why should I? You two look so sweet together! Too bad Dylan is a light sleeper, he woke up after I got the first shot, I was hoping for better angles." She said, looking at the photo. "Stupid shutter sound."

"I swear nothing happened--"

"Of course nothing happened, you both had your clothes on." She smirked.

I gave her a death glare as she placed the phone behind her. I internally groaned, how am I gonna get the phone now? Sure I know her pass code, but I can't get in the phone if I don't have it in my hands. Problem with Hailey is that she's always holding onto her phone, no matter what, so getting the phone might be pretty tough.

"Ugh!!" I screamed as I stomped out of my room with Hailey trailing behind me.

How the hell am I gonna get that phone?

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"What time did you leave last night?" I asked.

Dylan shrugged and continued typing on his phone. "I don't know, I was suppose to stay there till you wa--"

"Shhh... Keep your voice down." I hissed. Dylan looked at the desk in front where our history teacher sat.

Yeah, he's texting during class.

"No worries, he won't see me or hear me." He mumbled and hunced down, his elbows hanging from his knees. Truth was that his voice was kinda loud when he almost said 'wake up' and if the people beside us heard it, they'll think that we...did it.

"Anyway." He continued. "I heard something then woke up, I saw Hailey sitting on her bed while texting on her phone, I wonder who she might be texting at that time of night, it was freaking 1 in the morning."

I sighed. "That's cause she wasn't texting."

He looked up from his phone and faced me. "Then what was she--"