Who Am I - Chapter 1
Vodka. Orange juice. Beer. Hot dogs. All mixed into one lovely aroma. Puke.
I inhaled this aroma making my eyes open immediately , there was a lovely brown big bucket by me , it was about 1 foot tall filled with...Puke. I stretched my arms suddenly realising , this is not my room , I am not in my house... I'm in a cheap run down hotel , you could tell by the wallpaper , it was peeling in every corner , the bed smelled disgusting , the sheets were a dirty white , I looked over to my side seeing Sam Smith , I gasped to see him shirtless , I bunched the dirty sheets to me , covering me completely , I was pulling further and further away.
Was this all a dream ? What am I doing here? What is Sam Smith doing with me? What happened last night? Suddenly without realizing , I pushed so far away from Sam I leaned backwards,I was now completely off the bed , my ass hit the floor so hard, I let out a cry , my head went backwards smashing into the wall of crappy wallpaper , making my body filled with pain. The blankets were on me , leaving Sam on the bed with nothing other than him shirtless and his jeans he had on , something slid past my leg , warm and chunky. No...Not the.
"EW!" I screamed , getting up as quickly as I could , dropping the blanket that covered me , I ran straight to bathroom , slammed the door and grabbed a face cloth , turned the tap on , the best part , the water wasn't running , Ugh! I tried everything , the shower , the toilet...yes there was no water in the toilet , so I just looked down at my leg to see puke spread a cross it , I wiped it down by using 3 face clothes , threw them in a corner of the small bathroom. With the light I had ( There was only 1 light bulb in here.) I saw my face in the reflection of the mirror , I had huge bags under my eyes , my make was spread across all over my face , my hair was a mess (who's wasn't? When they just woke up.) I tried to look for more towels , nothing to then I whipped my face with the 1 ply toilet paper , I put my hair in a messy bun with the elastic I had , and left the bathroom. Sam was awake , Now standing by bed.
" What happened?" He asked as I came out. I tired to speak but I was memorised by his body , perfectly shaped , he was on 3 varsity sports so he had to be fit , hockey , soccer and football. Even in the morning with nothing done to him , he still took my breath away.
" I , ugh , fell off the bed...Making the bucket spill on me." I blushed realising how crazy I sounded.
" Oh," He looked where the whit dirty blankets was surrounded by puke , he walked past me to the bathroom. Then the shower turned on. How did he do that?! Anyway , I searched for my blackberry , it was on the night table , I stretched across and grabbed it , only 7 missed calls from Katie and 1 from my sister. I sighed and called Katie.
" Where the bloody hell did you go last night?!" Yes Kate was British , or she calls it English , she just transferred to America last year and still had her accent , it was like her guy magnet , she had had more boyfriends then I could count.
" I don't know , all I know is I'm in a crappy hotel , can you come get me?!" I pleaded.
" Where is it?" she asked.
I opened the door to the hotel , stepping over the mess , we were on the main floor, and I could see a huge sign that said "Alex's motels, lowest rate in town!" No kidding , you just got crap for 15 dollars .
" Alex's motel? Do you know where that is?" I asked , I crossed my fingers hoping she knew the answer.
" Oh yeah ! Off of highway 94 , be there in a jiffy!" she hung up the phone before I could say thank you. I went back inside the room , he was still in the shower , I looked around if there was other of my belongings around. Nope , just me and my cell phone. I passed by a mirror , I looked at myself , I did not notice before but I was wearing a white T-shirt, it was definitely not mine, it was too baggy to be mine , Sam's?! Maybe , I looked to see if my original shirt was here, but then my phone rang.
"Hello?"
"I'm here darling!" Kate said in a cherry voice.
" How did-" I stopped myself , Katie lived right off of Highway 94. "I'll be out in a minute."
I looked one more time at the bathroom , the shower still going , whatever happened last night will not happen again , I went for the door , and Kate was parked in the main entrance , 2 rooms away from my room. I ran quickly to the car , hopping in and plumbed my self in the Passenger seat.
" Ashley you must spill the details!" Katie was looking at me , her eyes were huge , making me cave.
" I honestly , cant remember , all I know is I woke up beside Sam this morning and-"
" Wait Sam Smith ?!"
" The one and only"
She screamed , she was jumping in her seat , " Did you sleep with him?" one of her eyebrows went up in question.
" No , I'm pretty sure we didn't , I positive i did not.." I lost my trail of thought , when you sleep with someone you just know .
" Party pooper." she wasn't interested in what else I had to say , she focused on getting me home .
" What happened last night?" I asked her , my voice was shaky , because I was not sure how the response would be. Now this is why I hate parties , you get drunk , do stupid shit and have a massive hangover. It was the first party I went to and screwed it up . I was not known for this , I am the girl who never goes to have a wild time. I study wanting to get out of here , going to a bigger city. The town I'm living in has a population of 5 thousand , its not that much... believe me.
" Well , I remember we went to Dexter's house party , and we spilt up , you went one way I went with Max ." Her new boyfriend was Max , he was a basket ball player and that was her weakness, she loved basketball but most importantly the players.
" That's it?" I asked her confused , how could only get that out all what happened?!
" Yes and here you go darling , " she was referring to my house , we just pulled up . I thanked her times 1 hundred for getting me . I waved goodbye and went towards the house , Mom's car was not in the drive way and neither was dad's. Good.
I opened the door to.
" You bitch!" My sister was running down the stairs making her blond curls bounce with each step she took , my sister Erica is a beauty queen and diva , it was all about make up, boys and modeling , not that she was bad at modeling , but here , there was not many jobs for modeling , but my sister was well known for it .
" Hello to you too." I greeted her, I went to pass her put then she grabbed my arm making me face her.
" Why didn't you invite me to Dexter's party?!" She cried , she went to a party every weekend, not that was a big deal but she went to one last night.
" You went to one last night , and I am pretty sure you did not invite me."
" Well that Ashley is a different story." She was looking for and excuse , then found one. " it was for models, only." she smiled . Her pearly white teeth glowed.
" Sure it was Erica." I rolled my eyes heading up the stairs , going toward my room , I turned around and Erica fallowed me. " What?" I asked annoyed , I just want to sleep now .
" Is that what you wore?!" she checked out my white T-shirt and jeans.
" No , this is not even my shirt."
" Oh , well . Wait !" she cried we I went to turn away to my bed room , my bed was calling me and Erica was getting in the way of my happiness.
" What now Erica?!"
" There is a party tonight! at Emily's did you want to go?!" she smiled " If I invite you to this one , you can invite me to the next one of yours !"
" No." I turned around , about to close my door to my room but Erica stopped it and came in my room ,
" Please , please , please , please !" she begged , she got on her knees , putting her hands together and doing the puppy dog eyes , the only way to get rid of her was to agree.
" Fine." I replied sighing, not knowing what I am getting myself into.
" Great !" she got back on her feet . " If your going with me there is no way in hell your going like that!" She grabbed me and brought me across the hall to her room , she placed me on her bed , and was pulling out outfits from her closet. Oh dear god what did I get myself into?
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Who Am I
JugendliteraturWhat happens when good girls go bad? The unthinkable. Honor student , responsible , worker are three words to describe me. I'm 18 years old in my senior year of high school , I have never smoked , or done drugs and haven't been to one part...