Behind The Mask

Chapter 11 : I'm burning this shirt.

I'm asleep. I don't really know where I am, but this doesn't feel like my bed. It doesn't smell like my bed, it smells like something familiar though. Like cinnamon. But I'm too tired to get up, my limbs feel numb and I'm too exhausted to move them, my head hurts so bad and I feel like I'm going to have a terrible migraine. What did I do yesterday? Go on a marathon?   

Wait.

The party.

With one swift movement I sit up in the bed. I'm in an unfamiliar room. It's big, with white walls except the wall in front of me; that's grey and it has multiple photos . I can't really see well as it's far from here. There is a big drawer with a mirror and next to it there is a door- A bathroom? I think- then to my left there is a big ass T.V with an orange beanbag in front of it. And lastly there is a couch.

There is someone on the couch. I try not to panic but when I check my clothes I find myself wearing just a big pink floyd shirt. What did I miss?

Zach. 

I get up from the bed grabbing a baseball bat I found beside the dresser and walk to the figure sleeping on the couch. Holding the bat firmly, I see a mop of black hair.

That's not Zach. I begin to panic again, but suddenly the person must've felt my presence because he turns around suddenly and I scream and as I'm about to smash his head with my bat a pair of hands attach themselves to my wrists firmly. 

"Jesus! Calm down would you? You almost gave me a heart attack." Hunter rubs his eyes and yawns then he sits on the couch and looks at me annoyed. 

"What the heck?" There are so many questions I want to ask and so many answers he has to give me. Like for example where the fuck am I and why am I with him right now.

" What am I doing here? What happened yesterday? Did you kidnap me? Why did I blackout? I can't remember anything." I ramble and he stares at me waiting for me to finish.

" Shit. It's a long story, sit on the bed and listen, but don't freak out!" He insists on the last part very strictly. He runs his hands over his face and then I notice a bruise on his left cheek.

" Did you rape me?" I ask him while narrowing my eyes at him suspiciously. Although I know he wouldn't do that because he knows that I'd probably just kill him.

"What the fuck? No! What kind of person do you think I am?" He looks so frustrated right now and I am so confused, he must've understood my expression because he motions for me to sit on the bed and I oblige.

" Yesterday at the party, you went with that son of a bitch Zach whom we all know is an utter asshole."

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flashback to the party

I turn around and look at where they disappeared but I can't see shit. It's her choice anyways she likes assholes let her have them.

I find a hot girl staring at me at the bar so I smirk and walk over to her. We have a few drinks, maybe makeout a little. Then this annoying voice in my head keeps reminding of an annoying smurf who decided to have some friemdly drinks with Zach-I have a dick instead of a head- Ashton.

I excuse myself from Tia-who wasn't a very good kisser anyways and head to the kitchen to grab a drink of water. I gulp the whole thing and damn it feels refreshing to drink something other then alcohol finally. Then I see Emma's purse on the counter with a few shot glasses and an empty bottle of tequila.

shit Emma what are you up to.

I move upstairs asking people on my way if by chance they saw her or Zach. An dammit because no one did and because why the fuck am I worried about her? Probably because I don't want to do community service alone. Yea that would suck.