The List (Working Title)

Chapter One

Hi Everyone! I am back on Wattpad! :D I haven't posted any of my writings on here in years, but I am still constantly writing in journals. This story is also being published on Her-Campus, which I have a set link to my articles in my bio. :)

-Natalie

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It took me two hours after I woke up this morning to remember what happened last night. Items on the carpet remained untouched; the air stunk with weed, which was now replaced by air freshener, and fresh bottles of liquor (mainly vodka) sat in the corner, waiting to be opened. As I lied on the futon in my basement, regret filled my mind. Not one person cleaned the plates of the food they never ate. Empty red solo cups laid skewed instead of inside the trash next to the bathroom door.

I struggled to get up. A warm body lied next to mine. I looked over at the mess of black hair and winced. Jasmine Rivers. She was the most recent girl I added to the list. I think she's number twenty-three? I might've added more girls after her.

I shook her a little, hoping she'd just get up and leave. Her eyelids opened and she smiled.

"Good morning."

I smiled a little and waited for a split second. After numerous amounts of parties, I got used to people who woke up, ran to the bathroom, and puked their guts out. They wouldn't clean up, but apologize and leave immediately. Even if I bought twenty water bottles, it wasn't ever enough.

The bathroom door slammed shut and the sounds of another girl puking in my toilet after a party commenced. I rolled my eyes and collected the trash scattered throughout my basement. After Jasmine left, the day would be just as miserable. I'd have the entire house to myself, and maybe every thirty minutes someone I know will show up and ask if they left behind anything. I was always home alone. My friends weren't the best influences, but they always had the idea to party at my house. It didn't bother me, so I allowed it. What bothered me, however, was after. After was when all my friends left with no gratitude for hosting, and no offer of a helping-hand.

Jasmine stumbled out of the bathroom. She fiddled with her hands in her hair. "I should go home now," she told me.

I nodded in agreement. It took me a minute to realize she was staring at my bare chest. I had on black sweatpants, and across the room, lied my Star Wars t-shirt on the floor.

"You should," I told her.

I didn't mean for it to sound harsh, but I had no patience, and the urgency for her to leave was increasing as she stood longer in the basement with me.

Her eyes fixed on mine for about another second before she finally went up the stairs. Never again, I thought. The front door shuts and I exhaled on a breath I never realized I was holding.

1. Esther Burns

2. Cecily Ethiopia

3. Anne Daniels

4. Lucy Wren

5. Hannah Olson

6. Kylie Grace

7. Rose Se

8. Bridget Gute

9. Jenna Intihar

10. Katelyn Adol

These were the first ten girls on my hit-up list. The first ten were really the only ones I looked at because they're the ones willing to do the most with me. Girls after number ten I hit-up when I was incredibly desperate, admittedly.