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Ch 11

11

The next morning, I woke up and it must have been around 9am. Exhausted I rolled out of bed with the fact that I needed to leave Haden's as soon as I could. I realize the mortification of yesterday. Thinking about it made me blush.

The memory was a lot sharper than what it felt like when it was happening. There'd be no way I could face him just like that. What would I say? How would I act?

Shit, It's Sunday morning and my parents will be home soon. I quickly grabbed my phone in my right hand and my transparent heels in my left. As I quickly walked downstairs, hoping to not make a noise, I bumped into Bruce, of course. He was sitting on a leather bench in Haden's main hallways near the front door.

"All set Ms. Clementine?" he asked me in the calm, nurturing, yet tough voice he has.

"Umm yes. Thanks for everything Bruce, but I can get home by myself. I'll just call a taxi", I said.

"Unfortunately, I cannot let you do that. I promised Haden that I will look bring you home safely myself," Bruce exclaimed in an assuring, stern manner.

"Of course he did. Where is Haden Now?", I asked slightly annoyed by the mention of the pixie boy himself.

"In a photoshoot session downtown Los Angeles. Now we better get going before the traffic starts to kick in"

As we drove down the PCH I only thought about one thing and one thing only, Haden. His kiss, his warm touch on my body, and his smell, oh.

"So what did you think of the party?" Bruce asked, taking me out of my day dream.

"Oh, great party. Lot's of celebrities and a world I don't belong in," I told him in a philosophical way.

"Well Haden was very grateful for you to celebrate his 21st with him" Bruce said, making it seem like Haden knew me for half his life.

I just simply nodded and continued to look out of the window until we arrived to my house.

"Thanks for the ride Bruce" I told him. As I was stepping out of the Lincoln, I told Bruce one last thing "can you tell Haden to not call me, please. I don't want to see him anymore"

Bruce simply replied "anything for you ma'am, now have a good day", as if I wasn't the first girl to tell good old Bruce that.

As I got inside my house with a key hidden under doorstep mat, my cat Hugo approached my feet and let out a single "meow" as if asking me "long night?".

"Tell me about it". I went to the kitchen and ate an apple, too tired to make anything else. After such a fulling and hearty breakfast I took a shower, washing off all of the excessive makeup on my face. I never really liked makeup very much. I brushed my teeth, changed into my pajamas, shut the blinds and fell on my bed. I checked my phone, 15 text messages from Izzy (I'm too tired for her right now) and three missed calls from my brother, who I forgot to pickup from the sleepover (he will manage, he always does). I simply shut down my phone and closed my eyes. I had one last thought of Haden and next thing I know, well I don't, because I am asleep.

"Honey, are you home?" I hear a familiar voice wake me up from my muddled dreams, calling from downstairs. Mom.

"I told you she would party all night, sleep all day." Dad. Sarcastic dad. Having no idea that this was actually what happened.

I jumped out of bed, change into normal clothes.

I ran downstairs to greet them just in time.

***

After convincing them and myself that I had a quiet, uneventful weekend, my parents had a couple of questions.

1. Where was my brother?