Her head is throbbing and she feels like she's going to be sick. The loud music doesn't help and she stumbles outside, clutching her head (though it doesn't help in the slightest). Caitlyn Geller might act tough but right now she feels anything but. She knows Mitchie went home with Shane a long time ago, and she doubts Jason came at all. She doesn't care about Tess and sure as hell doesn't want to speak to her, and Peggy and Ella aren't really what she'd call close friends. Which just leaves Nate. Red flashes before her eyes at the thought of him. The stupid asshole. Well, she doesn't need him. She doesn't need anybody.
Even though she's falling, falling, falling.
Just a quick drabble that I probably shouldn't have posted, but hey it's just gone 2am and I wrote this quickly and out of the blue. Hope you guys don't hate me for posting this super short drabble thing that isn't really my style – though I'd like to know what you think. Happy bleated Christmas and Early New Year.