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Chapter Three

I scream when I wake up. I'm not in my room or bed or home. Or clothes. Chase then obviously wakes up. I quickly cover myself in blankets. "What is your problem?" he asks running his hands his hair. "What is my problem? What is your problem? You had sex with me while I was drunk!" I scream at him. "Be quiet! We're not at home!" he hisses at me. I look at him madly. "What's the big deal?" he asks. "I lost my virginity while I was drunk" I mumble to myself but he hears. "You lost your virginity to me?" he asks. I nod. "Why is that surprising?" I ask. "Because your sexy, I was sure you'd gotten laid before" he explains. I look at him with a look of disgust. "Well have you got a headache too?" he asks. I nod. I've got a pounding one, and it hurts worse than any other headache I've had before. "You wanna get dressed first or?" he asks, gesturing me out of the bed. "I'd rather you first, I'm doing it another room and I'm not taking this blanket off until I'm done" I say. "Aw c'mon lemme see your body again" he teases. "Your just like I thought you were" I say and shake my head. "How'd you think of me?" he asks. "I don't know. Into sluts, you don't think sex is a big deal" I say. He nods, but doesn't have a comeback for me. "Get dressed so I can...then I can leave" I say pushing him out of the bed. He lands on the floor and I laugh. Before I see anything he pulls on his boxers and jeans. He doesn't put his shirt on which shows his breath taking abbs. He throws me my shirt and bra and I slip those on first. Then my shorts. I stand up and slip my heels on again I grab my phone and there's 20 missed calls and 45 texts. All from Kate and Ian. "Well, bye" I say. He looks at me in confusion. "Your never going to talk to me again, so bye" I say and start walking down the stairs. "Wait!" he calls. I turn around and he runs up to me. "At least let me give you a ride home" he says. I shake my head. I'm not letting him drive me home after this. "C'mon. Please?" he asks. He seems to really want to drive me. "Fine" I mumble and walk toward him. He looks satisfied with himself and we walk down the giant staircase. All over there house there's solo cups, beer bottles and paper plates. There's shattered shot glasses and moldy pizza. People passed out. It reeks of alcohol, and I hold my breath until we're outside. Its the same outside. "So, your neighbors don't mind any of this?" I question. He shrugs. "Naw, I don't think so. They've never said anything" he says. "You know you have to clean all this up, right?" I say matter-of-factly. "Of course I know" he mumbles. He opens the passenger door for me and I step inside. I sigh. What will I tell Melissa?

Melissa is my dads last girlfriend before he left, Melissa knows where he is, but won't tell me. He made her promise for me to be able to stay with her and Annabelle. She's been married before, but her husband was a hooker, so she left him and took Annabelle.

We drive down the road for a while. "So, where do you live?" Chase asks finally. "Uh.." I say. I don't want him to know where I live. In an apartment complex, on the bad side of town. "Just drop me off by the-" "No. I'm taking you to your house. Girls always do this, why does it matter if we know where you live?" he snaps. I look at him surprised. "Sorry" he then apolagises. I look out the window. "Its on Lincoln Avenue. In the apartment complexes" I whisper, my voice cracks. Why am I about to cry? I feel him look over at me sympathetically. I shake my head to get rid of my tears. "So, Homeroom, History and Health, huh?" Chase asks. I nod, if I say anything more, my voice will not cooperate. "Do you live with your mum or dad?" Chase asks. I whirl my head around. "How did you know I don't have both parents?" I ask. "I can tell. My parents are split too" he tells me. I nod my head. "But my dad is remarried" he whispers at the end. Now its my turn to feel sympathetic. I look at him with innocent eyes. "So? Mum or dad?" he asks again. "Neither. I live with my dads girlfriend. Both my parents left" I mumble in a voice barely audible, so I don't cry. "Oh. I'm sorry" he says sincerely. I nod my head, that's my way of excepting the apology.

We reach my apartment complex, finally, and I see Melissa's car is gone. Crap. She hardly ever leaves on Sundays. She's probably out looking for me. Maybe, she doesn't that much about me, and she says she trusts me. I sigh. "Well thanks for the ride" I say and open the door. "No problem, and last night wasn't bad either" he says seductively and winks. I roll my eyes and slam the door shut. He smiles and roars down the street. I shake my head. Boys are stupid. I walk up 7 flights up the stairs and go in room G12. Its empty as I thought. I see dishes in the sink from the breakfast Annabelle had. I lie down on the couch. I need sleep.

"Kennedy!" I hear a little girl squeal, that wakes me up. I rub my eyes and see Annabelle running toward me. Melissa is standing at the door with her arms folded. "Where were you this morning?" she asks. "Uh, I went to Kate's for a sleepover" I lie. "What's with the outfit" she asks. "Uh, makeovers, but I uh, didn't change when I got home because I went to sleep an-" "So I see. Didn't sleep much?" she asks, calming down tremendously. I sigh with relief. "Yeah. It was a sleepover" I laugh. She smiles. "I understand" she says and takes off her coat. "That outfit looks really great on you. You have an amazing figure" she compliments. I don't know why, but this makes me blush a bit. "Thanks" I answer.