The Summer I'll Never Forget.

12

i woke up on the couch with Anna. i don't remember what time i got here, don't even remember how i got here, but i did know i was hungover... big time.

"oh, my, goodness" Anna exclaimed. "I'm hanging out my arse"

i laughed then stopped abruptly when a shooting pain crossed my forehead. "oh,  I'm never drinking again. tequila is a no-no"

"don't tell lies" Anna said, her eyes still closed. "for one, you're drinking tonight. and two, tequila is amazing"

"it doesn't feel it right now" i mumbled, trying to sit up but failing and laying back down.

it took us ages to get up, showered and ready but by 8 am were were on our way to our last day in hell.

Lucas looked as us through the rear-view mirror. "you two look rough"

"thanks" i remarked sarcastically, my head leaning on the windows and my eyes closed. "i feel like i have been run over"

"me too" Anna moaned.

"roll on tonight" i sighed, "alcohol is the only thing that can fix this." after a minute or two, i looked up at Cameron who was in the passenger seat. "Cameron, are you coming tonight?"

"nope, I'm staying home" he said, turning to look at me as he answered. His eyes fell onto Anna and he smirked, chuckling at her state i assume.

what the hell was going on with these 2 at the moment. what's with all the looks they keep giving each other?

we arrived at school and i swear to you, half the year 11's looked like they had been dragged through a hedge backwards. there were sunglasses and hoodies everywhere, with very hungover teenagers hidden behind them. if this wasn't the last day i would have turned around and taken my probably still drunk ass home. but, it was the last day and i would have regretted missing the anarchy that year 11's create on the last day.

for years on end, it had been a tradition for the year 11's to do stupid things on the last day of school. In the past, people had flour and water fights, people had vandalised very possible spot in the school with their class tag, some have even had paint fights.

Our year - being the most reckless class yet - are setting history by having a mixture of all the past years, but were filming the whole thing. The idea of the whole ordeal is to try be the best and most memorable year, and we were determined to be on top. We tagged every wall with 'The Class of 2018' in permanent marker and paint. The tagging turned into the paint fight, and then people decided to add eggs, flour and water. so we were literally wrecking the school.

"i am covered" i laughed.

Lucas looked at me. "you are" he said, his stare intensifying. He moved close, and stood in front of me, staring down at my face. I was confused at what he was doing, but stared back at him. His eyes scanned over my whole face, lingering at my lips for a moment to long, but carrying on their route. Once his eyes had landed back on mine, his hand lifted but I refused to break eye contact with him. He moved his hand closer to my face, hovering near my cheek all while our eyes bored into eachothers. He lowered his hand slowly onto my cheek and it felt...

wet?

as quickly as i realised his hand was wet, he moved it across my face and the overwhelming smell of chemicals numbed all of my senses.

"but you missed a spot" he laughed. i opened my eyes and saw blue specs on my lashes.

i looked up at him, the wheels in my head working with revenge. my eyes lit up, "my turn" i said raising my paintbrush so quick he didn't even have time to register what i said. as we started our own little fight, the rest of the year picked up on it and soon we were all paint fighting again.