Julie Bane

Chapter Thirty-Eight

  I groan as I open my eyes. I wince and grab my head.

You know what I don't understand? I don't understand why I continue to drink and get drunk, and then the next morning I have a terrible hang over. And this time, the hangover is extremely terrible! Like, I can't remember anything. I can't tell who this girl beside me in my bed is. I can't even see straight. I can hear my head throbbing! It is awful!

I look at my phone and check what time it is. One in the afternoon.

I sit up and wince.

It suddenly comes back to me.

Julie.

I can't remember much of our conversation last night, but I do remember us yelling at each other and her hanging up on me angrily.

I also remember that I was supposed to pick her up from Sam's last night.

So either she walked home, or she stayed the night at his house.

  I slowly stand up, quickly find my pants and put them on, and walk out of my room as I call Julie.

  I walk into the kitchen and grab the gallon of milk, waiting for it to pick up. I open it, and not bothering to get a cup, I put my lips to the lid and start chugging it down.

  I smile as I relax before putting it back in the fridge and wiping my mouth.

  I look at my phone which is now silent. She didn't answer.

  I call again but she still doesn't answer. I call again, and again, and again. But nothing.

  She must be mad, really, really mad.

  "Julie! You in there?" I ask, knocking on the door. "Julie!" I sigh before kicking the door open. That's so easy.

  "Julie! I'm sorry about last night! If it makes you feel any better, I have an extremely terrible headache." I say, walking through the apartment. I walk into her room but it's empty. I run my hand through my hair as I sigh.

  She has to be at Sam's house.

  Of course she's at Sams house.

  I swear if I go to his house and see those two making out... I'm going to seriously loose it!
 
  I slam the car door shut, popping up the collar of my jacket as I walk up the driveway.

I ring the doorbell before shoving my hands in my pockets again.

  She better be here.

  I swear, if she isn't here...

  "Oh, hey, Carlos?" Sam opens the door and looks at me confised.

  "Yeah, hey, Sam." I mentally roll my eyes. "Go Get Julie and bring her over here and tell her she's coming with me."

  "What?"

  "Idiot." I mumble. "I said," I raise my voice, "Go get Julie, and take her over here so she can come with me." I almost shout.

  "She's not with you?"

  I almost chose on air and clear my throat.