Dares

House Arrest

Bailey's POV:

I wake up to Michaels's alarm and groan, smacking him, he startles awake and I rollover.

"Woah," Michael shakes his head as he opens his phone.

"Call Luke," he advises.

"I don't have my phone," I groan into the pillow. He shales his head and gives me his phone.

(I) 138 new messages

(I) 67 missed calls

I shake my head and call my twin's number I have memorized by heart. It rings once, twice.

"Have you found anything?"

"Luke it's me."

"Oh my fucking hell Bailey," Luke breathes out. "Everyone thought you were who knows where, especially with you trashed room, Ashton, Calum, Faith, Mum, Dad, nobody knew where you were and you're at Michael's?"

"I'm sorry Luke," I sigh as Michael gives me a questioning look.

"I'm just glad you're ok, mum might have a different story though, I'm picking you up," he sounds over the top stressed.

"Ok," I respond knowing not to argue. I give Michael his phone and wrap my arms around him. He does the same and I hold him as tight as I can.

"I'm so fucked up Mike," I whisper.

"Bailey you're not, you are amazing, you made a mistake, an argument went the wrong way, you will be fine, maybe not for a while but you will be, you might even have to wait for college, but you will turn out alright if you hold on," he assures.

My only response is squeezing him tighter as we wait for Luke. When Luke pulls up I run out the front door and he runs at me, we hit and hold each other, rocking back and forth.

"I'm sorry," I mutter.

"Hey, it's ok, you are safe, that's all that matters, I was worried for your safety," Luke responds. I pull away and wave to Mike before getting in the car.

The ride home is silent and I manage to run upstairs without getting caught. I take a much-needed shower, taking my time and drying my hair. I brush off and curl it with my flat iron.

I look in the mirror at the mess standing in front of me, and yet it still hasn't hit me totally that Faith and I probably aren't going to ever be friends again.

I grab new contacts, seeing as my old ones fell out, one at the party and one when I was with Mike, bawling my eyes out.

I do my makeup simply and check the time.

"Oh shit!" I yell.

"Hey don't swear!" Luke yells back.

"I'm going to be late!" I sing, I run into my room and grab the first thing I see, a camo jumper, I put it on and check in the mirror before sliding on my black high top Converse. I step over all the broken stuff in my room on my way to the door while trying to pull on my shoes.

"Going. To. Be. Late." I grunt as I finally get it over my heel, I grab my black, rope style choker with a metal loop in the middle, and put it on before looking at my reflection.

I grab my bag and sprint out the door, nearly getting out the front door when my mum catches me.

"Bailey Jada Hemmings," I cringe at my full name and turn around.

"Yeah, mum?" I say timidly, knowing what's coming.

"You're going to be late for school, so we will talk after, but you are grounded for two weeks, no friends, and I'm taking away your laptop and phone, you are also on house arrest, only allowed out for school and soccer," my mum states and held out her hands.