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chapter 12: who the hell took my bra off?

A/N
Sorry about the long wait.. I've been sick.
In fact - I'm still sick,  But you guys deserve this update!
Enjoy!

I woke up the next morning, and felt like a truck fell on my face.

Literally.

No joke.

I groan, and struggle to open my eyes to the WAY too bright light coming from my bedroom window.

Wait, my bedroom Window?

Slowly the memories of last night start creaping there way into my aching head.

Wholly shit!

I kissed Cole!

Cole kissed me!

Geeeez, What happened after that? 

The worst feeling in the world: remembering you kissed someone, but having no idea where it led to.

I think I'm just gonna have to leave school and live in a dark hole for a little bit.

You know, nothing to dramatic, just two- three years top until the whole issue blows over, and people forget about what ever happened last night.

I may not remember everything, but I sure do remember the crowd around Cole and I while we were basically eating each others faces off...

Ya, that's all.

Bye bye cruel world! See ya when I'm 30!

Why getting drunk is bad:

1. You know those deep, dark secrets you would die before telling people about? Ya, those are probably in every one of your least favorite peoples' iphones right about now.

2. You may think a hangover is a joke.

Its not.

It fucking hurts like hell.

I'm talking- getting boxed by rocky balboa (boxer) several times, in the face, and than being told to start learning the salsa while one of your eyes has changed colors to a purplish- black, and you think you may be nearly headless, due to the force of the punches you have suffered.

ya, that much.

3. When you wake up you probably won't remember everything you did while you were drunk, and if you do remember- you'll wish you didn't.

4. I'm pretty sure getting drunk is bad for you.

with my eyes tightly squeezed together,  I attempt to role over in bed, making a special effort to move my head as little as humanly posible while rolling over, and groan loudly in pain, when my attempts go to waste.

I can see it in the news now: "Alexis Harper, 17 year old highschool student dies of crazy ass headache due to her weak bladder forcing her to get out of bed"

I'd totally read that.

You think ordinary  headaches hurt?

Ha! Why don't we go have a drink, and I'll show you a real headache.

As I'm getting out of bed slowly, I hear the toilet in my bathroom flush.

wait.. what?

My mind immediately starts working through all the people it could be, but I just can't help but let my provocative  mind wander  straight to Cole.