Lovestruck (EDITING)

9: "Great Party."

I'm woken by my phone ringing loudly and curse at myself for not putting it on silent. I stare at the wall in front of me for a while, wondering when it was exactly that I painted my room beige, before I realise where I am.

I sit up straight, giving myself a headrush, and take in my surroundings as my phone continues to buzz obnoxiously. I pull myself out of the large bed and pick up my phone, checking the time. It's early, only 8:43am, and I have a missed call from my mother.

I step into my shoes and open the bedroom door, stepping out into the hallway and walking over to the bathroom I spent half my night inside of, opening the door and locking it behind me.

Looking into the large round mirror above the sink, I rub away the panda eyes that were bound to happen overnight with my fingers and flip my hair over my head, tying it into my usual messy bun.

I remember that I'm supposed to be hanging out with Shana all day and decide to go downstairs to look for her. We have a lot to talk about.

I step over empty cups and sleeping bodies as my make my way down to the kitchen, stopping suddenly at the bottom of the staircase when I'm almost knocked over by Hayley. Her hair is messy and her makeup smudged. She looks exhausted, but she smiles at me with the same energy she had last night.

"Skyler, was it?" She looks me up and down, clearly struggling to remember last night.

"Skye." I nod at her, forcing a smile. "Do you know where Shana is?" Her eyes widen slightly and she half smiles as if trying to hold back laughter. I look at her, confused, as I wait for her answer.

"Yeah, she went home with that guy, Jason, or Jackson... Whatever." She takes a sip of her water bottle and brings her hand to her head, obviously dealing with a hangover.

Shana seriously left? I stand in disbelief for a moment before realising that Hayley is still waiting for my response.

"Right. Okay. I'd better be going, then." I begin to walk past her into the kitchen but turn on my heel, "Great party." I smile at her before turning back around and making my way into the large kitchen.

I hear an upstairs door close, indicating Hayley has probably gone back to bed.

I know that if Shana left with that guy, she must have left her car here, so I shuffle around in our cooler bag, which is now warm from the summer air, for the keys to her prius. After giving up my search of the main pocket which is filled with warm smirnoff ices, I make the more logical decision to check the smaller front pocket and find the keys immediately.

Stepping outside into the warm summer air, I decide to just drive back home. Shana can pick up her car later, and I'm too tired to do anything else. I climb into the drivers seat of the prius and type my address into my phone. I don't trust myself to remember the way back from here after last night. When my phone finally begins to give me directions, I pull out onto the road and head home.

I didn't drink a lot last night, but I'm still struggling to remember parts of it as I pull into the familiar driveway of my mother's house. Thankful to finally be home after what seems like forever, I open the front door and walk straight to my room, closing the door behind me. I kick my borrowed shoes off, my sore feet thankful for the relief, and leave Shana's clothes in a neat pile on my dresser, making a mental note to wash them.

As I step under the hot water of the shower, I wonder where Landon was last night.

Was he at a party of his own?

Did he kiss any strangers?

I screw my face up at the memory of last night, rinsing the shampoo from my hair and reaching for my loofa.

Or did he stay at home?

Was he alone?

Did he need someone?

I attempt to wash away the thoughts along with the soap from my body before turning off the shower and stepping out. I roughly dry my hair and body with a towel before pulling on my cheap polka-dotted pyjama shorts and an old t-shirt of my dad's over my head and walking back into my bedroom.

I can't help but regret going to the party last night as I lay on my bed, exhausted and thinking of the blue-eyed, messy haired drummer who has my heart without even knowing it.

Shana probably had a blast with that cute tall guy, but I spent most of the night alone. So here I am, starting today the same way I started yesterday, thinking about a boy who isn't thinking about me. It's a waste of time, really.

I decide to get some sleep, mostly to escape my thoughts but also to kill time.

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