Sun pierces through my window, stinging my eyes as I wake up, stretching.
I yawn, noticing that my mouth is extremely dry.
I look around my room, taking in the usual mess. Black sweater and gray jeans on the back of my chair, shoes in the center of my floor. Band posters scattered on the walls, and of course me, surrounded by my black comforter and gray sheets.
I stand up and walk into my bathroom, looking at my pasty complexion.
"JESUS CHRIST."
My reflection was not one of the best things to see right after waking up.
My normally wavy black hair was stuck in multiple directions with a red bandana sticking out. My makeup was smudged horribly, and my eyes were puffy.
I use makeup wipes and remove the smudged mess, and pull the bandana out of my hair.
Where did I even get this?
Before I can even begin to finish my thought, my phone goes off.
I walk out of my bathroom and flop onto my bed, pulling my phone off of the charger.
I notice 10 missed texts. 1 or 2 were from Melani, begging for forgiveness, while the rest were from an unadded number.
-Just Lake,
Hey it's Ashton!-
-Lake,
Hey text me back maybe?-
-Lake,
You're probably really freaked out right now. Shit.-
- Sweater Girl,
I had a fantastic time last night. I got your number from Melani when you went to the restroom last night, hope you don't mind.-
-Sweater Girl,
I forgive you for class yesterday.-
I smiled at his persistency. I silently twirled my hair around my finger searching for the perfect words.
-Bandana Boy,
It's okay, but I do have to admit that was quite creepy when you texted me at first. And I have to hand it to you, you're quite persistent. I forgive you too.-
I wait a moment, and my phone lightly dings.
-What are you talking about? I didn't do anything. You insulted me just because I knocked your shit over.-
I sat stunned, shocked at his reply.
-Ashton you knocked all of my stuff over and then got pissed at me after I apologized.-
-Yea okay.-
I put my phone down on my pillow and then fell onto my back.
The bandana was from him, he had worn it in class.
I grabbed the bandana from my pillow and held it up, looking at it confused.
Why the hell is Ashton being such an ass?
"Where the hell were you last night?"
My mothers sharp voice cuts into my room as she abruptly opens my door.
I drop the bandana and sit up quickly. I look around my room, as if that would help my situation any more.
"Well aren't you going to fucking answer?"
