The moonlight reflected on my face. I blinked to get used to the darkness. Everything was dark but the little lights that appeared let me know I was in an unknown room. I panicked for a second. Lightheaded, I tried getting up but my body felt useless due to the extra weight on me. Wait? What?
I turned around to see the face of a sleeping asshole. I immediately felt sick to my stomach. Memories from last night flashed across my mind like the speed of light. I didn't remember much but the sensation of soft pink lips against mine.
I looked at the asshole "Cameron" who was sound asleep. Did we make out? Did we end up here? Making out? Or possibly worse?
No, no, no I have to get out of here. Even if it was dark as shit.
Carefully and slowly I removed the draped arm off of me. Ugh.
I walked out of the room and somehow the house was covered in plastic red cups, empty beer, wine, and vodka bottles. A few cigarets lying on the floor. Shoes scattered everywhere. The smell of smoke,alcohol and vomit mixed into the air.
Gagging, I tried to walk over the lying mess of people sleeping and I grabbed a pair of shoes. I will not, I repeat, will not walk in heels at night. I left the house with a pair of shoes I realized I didn't own.
Remembering the unknown streets, a 15 minute walk of almost tripping twice due to my dizziness and lack of light, I made it home. But my problem right now was how do I get in?
A tree. My only savior in this fucked up night. I don't know how, but I made it through the open window even with this throbbing pain in my head and blurred vision.
"Well look who came?" My mother sat on my bed.
"Shit." I mumbled under my breath.
"What are you doing out late at night?" She asked.
"I'm sorry. Really. I went out with a friend and her car broke down and I had to walk it back home." I lied.
Her eyes scanned me. She nodded and left.
"That was close." I said letting out a sigh of relief.
The bed felt warm as I got in the covers. My mind was filled with all possibilities asshole and I could have done. I tried my best to remember but nothing was helping.
I sat up and looked at my clothes.
What? These aren't mine?
I was wearing an oversized white t-shirt and baggy sweatpants. The smell of cologne was attached on to it.
It's his fucking clothes. I didn't care at the moment I was really tired.
I couldn't think straight anymore. What has my life come to? I haven't lied to my mother like that in my life. Never have I drank before or dressed like I'd sell my myself on the streets.
Am I changing for the good or bad?
Before I could think about anything else I fell asleep.
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I woke up with the same headache I had at night but it was an even worse pain. I got up and went into the bathroom to get some pain killers.
I looked for it in the cabinets, meanwhile, I grabbed my toothbrush and brushed my teeth to get this horrible smell of alcohol out of my mouth.
When I finished I found the pain killers and took them.
I got out and went back into bed.
I was about to close my eyes when I heard my name being called.
"Kelsey!" I heard my mom call.
I groaned while getting out of bed and on my way to the living room.
"What?" I asked annoyed.
She looked at me and smiled.
"Cameron's here." She said looking behind me.
I slowly turned around and my eyes met Cameron's.
My heart started beating so quick. I started filling up with anger and nervousness. I wanted to smack him across the face.
"Hey." He said.
"I'll leave you too alone, I have to go out anyways. Bye!" My mom said and I watched her as she left the house.
As soon as she closed the door I faced Cameron and slapped him as hard as I can across his face.
"What the fuck!" He said rubbing his cheek.
"Explain to me what happened last night!"
"Why did you leave? I was going to bring you here in the morning."
"I didn't want to be sleeping next to you! I remember I had a dress on why the fuck am I wearing a completely different outfit?" I yelled.
"I thought you would-"
"No! Did something happen between us?"
"Nothi-"
"Did we have se-"
"Kelsey!" Cameron yelled and I flinched.
I stayed quiet until he spoke.
"Will you let me explain."
I nodded and sat on the couch.
He walked and sat next to me.
"We kissed. That's all that happened between us.... you passed out and I thought you would be comfortable in better clothes so I put you in those clothes. Relax I didn't do anything to you."
"How do I know if you're telling the truth."
"You don't have to believe me if you don't want."
"Why was I laying next to you in bed?" I asked.
"I'm pretty sure you wouldn't enjoy laying on top of random people so I brought you there. I just wanted some rest to so I guess I knocked out as well."
"Why didn't you take me to your house?"
"I knocked out." He said.
He looked at me and I looked back at him with a disgusted face and my arms crossed.
"What?" He asks.
"Nothing just go." I place my hands on his chest and push him to the front door.
"Why?" He asked annoyed.
"Because I don't want to be near you."
"Oo you're really mean." he said with a smirk.
"Only to the people I don't like." I roll my eyes. When he's finally outside I try closing the door but he holds it back.
"Bye pretty girl." He says keeping that smirk on his face and finally letting go of the door.
"Bye asshole." I close the door on him and lean against it.
"You know you love me!" I could hear him say.
I walk away ignoring him and make my way up to my room.
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I'm starting over this story from this chapter because I wasn't liking how it was coming out so yeah I hope this is better 💜
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The Bad Boy
Fanfiction17 year old Kelsey wanted to start fresh in everything. New place,school,and people. She lived in Minnesota but decided to move to La. Kelsey starts school later than usual. So she became the "new girl of the school". She met a boy named Cameron Dal...