The morning sun beams into my eyes and it is the first thing to wake me up. The second thing to confuse me is a movement beside me. A...a person.
Luckily, I am fully clothed but whoever is beside me seems to not be wearing a shirt. Whatever happened the night prior, at least it didn't end with my secret being exposed. I finally face the person who is beside me and recognize her face...Grace.
"Wake up." I snap, watching her eyes shoot open and her hand reach to her forehead, "Sorry, I should've said that a bit softer."
"W-Wha..." she looks around, sitting up until the blanket falls off of her chest. Well, that's a sight.
Grace notices that the only thing concealing her breasts is a lacy bra and she squeals, pulling the blanket back up and scrunching her body in. Her cheeks (although already dark) turn a bright crimson as I begin to laugh. Something about how flustered she is around me is adorable.
"What the hell...what happened last night?" she finally asks, keeping the comforter close, "Did we-"
"No." I shake my head, "That was my first thought too. I don't know how you ended up without your top, but I know for a fact that we didn't do anything."
Grace sighs in relief and collapses back onto the pillow. Suddenly, she starts laughing, nearly hysterically. It is more of a cackle than anything as she clutches her chest and shuts her eyes.
"My glasses." she wheezes out, pointing to the counter, "The lenses are broken."
I sit back up as she howls with laughter and sure enough, she is right. There is a crack running along one of the lenses, which is something that I haven't seen before. Yet through this all, she is still keeping a sense of positivity. It's like I don't even know her.
"Do you need to get them fixed?" I ask, trying to force her into sitting up.
This time, she doesn't care about her halfway concealed body and she rubs her eyes, "Yeah, my mom is gonna be pissed, but I'm sure that I can pull together some money. I've had these since I was fifteen, I'm sure she'll be a bit irritated but as long as I pay then I'm in the clear."
I check my phone on the nightstand and gasp, my heart dropping.
<< MOM >>
(12 NEW MESSAGES)
<< BRANDON >>
(3 NEW MESSAGES)
<< ROBERT (STEP DAD) >>
(7 MISSED CALLS)
"SHIT!" I yell, my head aching from the simple yelling. They knew that I would be "at a friends house" but I must've forgotten to mention spending the night to any of them.
I spring out of bed and dart out the door, leaving Grace behind in the room without a second thought.
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Teen FictionGrace's life is normal. She has lived seventeen years of her life as the type-A girl with perfect grades and adoration from her parents. She has everything in the palm of her hand and doesn't want that to change. Zane has a secret. He is on the run...
