I woke up, and rolled over on my side to see a random guy in my bed and I said "what the hell happened last night."
~that night~
I was in my room getting ready for tonight, and my roommate yelled "Rebecca hurry up were meeting my boyfriend and his friends at 6." It was already 5:55pm and I still couldn't figure out what jacket would look best.
So I yelled back "calm down! We won't be late." I just grabbed my black hollister jacket, I thought it looked fine with my ripped jeans and ran out of my room.
We got in the car and left to go to pick up Chelsea's boyfriend and his friends, I was really dreading it because her boyfriend is a total douche and I thought to myself his friends couldn't be better.
They got into the car, and this guy sat beside me in and said "hey, I'm ricky" and I was like "oh hey" and then since Chelsea is so obnoxious she yelled "get a room already." I already had a feeling that tonight was gonna be a bad night.
We arrived at the bar we were going to, I got out and so did Ricky and then Chelsea and her boyfriend did too. We walked in and this guy walked up and started trying to make a move on me.
