Sk8tr Boy (Luke Hemmings)

♣♥♠Chapter 11 ♣♥♠

The house was nearly empty to Victoria's surprise. Save a few streamers, confetti scrapings, bottles containing some kind of liquid--illegal or not--and Victoria thought she saw a few clothes lying around. She didn't dare go near those.

She adjusted her dress as she stepped further in and went to the front room, where Amelia's tall white front door stood in the back, and the regal, decorated staircase in front of it.

More of the party litter was all over the floor, but she still didn't see one person. She almost wanted to call Amelia and see if everything was okay. The worst she'd done was get a really bad hangover, nothing serious like waking up in Vegas. Maybe a hangover was all she had. Hopefully.

After walking up the staircase Victoria turned left to a hallway, and spotted the pink door that was Amelias. It was slightly ajar, and the hall had a faint smell of perfume, men and women's. Did she have someone else in there with her?

"Amelia?" She called out quietly.

No one answered. She dragged her fingertips along the wall and across the bathroom door on her right until she reached the pink door. Amelia must've went heavy on the strawberry lemonad-aritas.

Victoria called out again just before she tapped the door with 3 fingers, pushing forward enough to peek into the room. She expected to see Amelia spread out on her King sized bed laced with fluffy pillows and matching blankets, animals surrounding her. What she did see was the bed, as well as the room, totally disheveled and messy. One of the curtains from her window was even halfway torn off.

What struck Victoria the most was the sight of clothes. Probably the source of men's perfume. She hated to admit it, but Victoria felt a sense of familiarity with the specific scent. It was a sense she didn't want to be familiar with. The eyesore that was a dark, navy blue t shirt with a surfboard printed on it also rose her suspicions. That was Sterlings favorite shirt.

There was shuffling from behind Victoria, near the bathroom door just a few feet away,"Oh! Vicky! There you are! Morning darling,"

She turned to see Amelia, clad in soft, pink towels. One around her body, and one wrapped around her hair, keeping her flawless blonde hair in check.

"Hey..morning.."

"I was just about to go looking for you after my shower! I never saw where you went off to.."

What struck Victoria was that Amelia was just now showering at--she looked at the clock concise ely beside her--9 o clock in the morning. She skimmed her figure over, and saw red marks, dotted all around her neck.

Victoria's eyebrow arched.

"O-oh..yeah.." Amelia shyly giggled, brushing her delicate hand over he bruised skin.

"Amelia..?" She pressed, a smile on her lips.

"What? You're surprised I was with a guy last night hmm?" She giggled again, along with Victoria. "I'm sure you and Sterling got a little friendly last night!"

VIctoria's heart hurt a little bit. Not at the obvious fact, but that her friend was lying. But then again, this was Amelia. Maybe, just maybe..she was a little hurt. Sterling used to give her love bites too, they'd feel really nice, she remembered.

Victoria turned her head to the side for fear she'd be seen slipping a tear. While she rubbed her wet eyes, Amelia leaned in a little, holding the door,"Vicky? Honey you okay?"

"I'm fine.." Victoria deadpanned. Amelia was about to touch her shoulder but pulled away, and sliped her hand over a section of red skin, her plucked eyebrows furrowing. "I'll..I'll be downstairs. Cleaning up, don't want your parents seeing this mess." She faked a smile.