When a random phone number is written on your car, what do you do?
Obviously, you text it.
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When Alex Hamilton's phone number gets written on a random Jeep at a party, she doesn't know what she's signing up for. She also doesn't know that on the...
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MY eyes opened slowly in the nearly pitch-black room. The red velvet curtains were blocking out any light from coming in from the doors that led out to my balcony, which I was thankful for. My head ached with an immense amount of pressure as if a balloon was constantly being inflated and deflated. I groaned and rolled up, moving my feet to touch the hardwood floor. I slowly stood up and made my way into my bathroom, the cold marble flooring on my feet. I reached down and turned on my faucet, bending down to splash the cold water on my face. I grabbed a cup from my cupboard and filled it up with water, immediately downing the beverage. I was severely dehydrated from the drinking last night.
I slugged myself back over to my bed, sitting on the edge and rubbing my temple with my thumbs. The throbbing headache I had was no joke. It felt like there was a knife stabbing through my skull because of the incessant and consistent pain. I was in desperate need of some Advil.
The events of last night were completely forgotten in my mind. I opened up my phone straight to Snapchat, scrolling through the countless stories involving my party. Apparently, I'd finally jumped off the roof. I could barely remember the fact that Hannah had texted me, angry about the fact. I closed Snapchat and pulled up my messages to reread Hannah's, but before I clicked on her name, something else caught my eye.
A text from a random number. I clicked on it and read.
UNKNOWN: So, you want me to suck your dick? Is that it?
My eyes and mouth opened wide. What the hell?
Oh God, please tell me I didn't tell some random girl to suck my dick...
"Think, think, think..." I mumbled to myself, lightly tapping at my forehead. Trying desperately to pull out the memories from last night, but it was to no use. I'd gotten too drunk for my own good, I couldn't even begin to think about what I did last night after my second game of beer pong.
I decided to text back.
JESSE: Who is this?
I closed my phone and stood up, walking over towards my curtains and flinging them open. The bright sun greeted me directly and I grunted, squinting my eyes. I carefully opened the french doors and went out onto my balcony, lying down on the hammock. My phone buzzed again.
UNKNOWN: I'm offended you don't remember me after the night we shared.
Oh, God. Oh no. There was no way I slept with some girl last night. There was absolutely no way. No matter how drunk I'd been, there was no way I would do something like that. Especially not with Hannah in the picture.
JESSE: Please tell me you're joking.
UNKNOWN: Fine, I'm twisting your balls. Which is apparently what you wanted me to do, anyway.
