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Chapter 4

The gorgeous blonde on the right is Abby.

Chapter 4

The sea crashed noisily around me, a sound that echoed into my skull and drummed me awake. Was the sea always so loud? And where is the music? The questions were asked in my brain, just before a pain shot through it, eliminating any coherent thought.

“Oh gosh,” I muttered, the sound of my voice doubling the pain.

I twitched my fingers, feeling it move sand. Was I still on the beach? That can’t be good. Using all my willpower to push myself up, I kept my eyes closed seeing as the headache doubled with movement. Leaning on my hands, the rest of my body still in the sand, I opened my eyes slowly.

Thankfully, the light wasn’t so sharp. It was sort of dull and I moved myself so I sat on my butt, which felt extremely sore. Looking down, I noticed I wasn’t wearing any pants.

“Oh fuck!” I shouted, covering myself there quickly, but when I looked around, albeit painfully and slowly, I noticed I was some way away from the bonfire, closer to the foliage, so no one (hopefully) saw me.

Why am I naked? The question repeated itself in my mind. I saw my black bikini bottom next to me and slipped it on, not caring that it had sand in it. There were traces that there was lot of commotion where I was sitting, marks in the sand of hands and feet and just disturbed beach. I hope I didn’t lose my virginity, but all evidence to that goes against my feeble thought.

I stood up, noticing the sunrise. Did I really wake up this early? But as I really stared; I felt the headache starting to null, but not disappearing completely. It was so beautiful. The Ocean glimmered in the faint orange and pink light, looking like millions of rubies made the water. But the sea also looked like a dark red/brown, reminding me of something. When I tried to think, ‘rum’ popped into my head, but I shook it away. Why would I think of rum?

I found my jeans a little bit closer to the bonfire side. I stopped halfway when I pulled them up, realising something. I got drunk last night. That explains the headache, why I’m still on the beach, and why I’m naked. Quickly pulling up and doing the shorts, I walked slowly, covering my chest with my arms.

I wish I never agreed to drink that bottle, I thought, slowly remembering what happened, but nothing else would resurface. I just remember drinking, dancing and then Adrien. But what about Adrien? I know he’s the one that made me drink, but there’s nothing else. Maybe it’s the fact he got me drunk that I was remembering him.

I stopped mid-stride, remembering that I still had my backpack back at the patch of grass. I groaned, looking over my shoulder at the small black dot that was my bag. Turning around, holding my head with my hand because the headache was coming back, I quickly retrieved it, putting my bikini top back on.

I took a headache tablet and made my way back to the bonfire, my top priority was finding Abby right now, then getting home. The bonfire of last night was a large pile of ashes surrounded by an even larger circle made of rocks. People fast asleep, like they were dead, were strewn everywhere.

But Abby was nowhere.

I found my shirt, half-buried in the sand. The orange had caught my eye and I quickly pulled it out, careful not to bend over to much seeing as the tablets hasn’t taken effect yet. Slipping it on and pushing a sleeping guys hand with my foot, I walked towards the house, where I could only hope Abby was.

More sleeping bodies were in the house. One of them stirred, a girl, and grabbed hold of my foot.

“Mmrgh, I want a marshmallow.” She muttered, gripping my foot tightly. I clenched my teeth, bending down to try and pry her off me.