The birds woke me. Groggily and slowly I opened one eye after the other and took in my surroundings. The room was blue, the same colour as Jeremiah's room at St Lucius. God, why was I thinking of him after we'd split six months ago? I sprang up. Oww, my head throbbed. Instantly I began to think. Where was I? How much did I drink last night? What was I doing lying on a bed that I didn't recognise?

I looked down at the floor. A tall boy with almost jet black hair and an olive complexion was lying face down on the shag-pile rug. Realisation dawned on my and I sighed in relief. I was lying on Sebastian's bed. I looked down at myself. God, my purple Fendi maxi-dress was wrinkled, long past fashionable. As quickly as I could I slipped on my shoes, grabbed my Michael Kors bag and quietly left the house.

Out of Sebastian's house I checked my cell, it was half five in the morning. Although I knew I was outside Sebastian's house I didn't know whereabouts in Jersey I was. The paperboy across the road saw me and waved. "Um, can you tell me where I am?" I blurted out. "Sure, it's Rhine street" was the reply. Rhine street? That was only a few blocks from my tacky McMansion. "Thank you so much" I gushed and set off.

I got home at just gone six and ran straight to the shower. I walked cautiously past mom and dad's door. The lilting snores assured me they were asleep, and in Bree's room it was just the same. My sister and her fiancé Willy must have tired themselves out planning the wedding until the early hours of this morning. After my shower I curled up in my bed and drifted into a quiet sleep.

My cell woke me up at around nine. It was a text:

From: Sebastian
To: Brett
You left without saying goodbye. Was I really that appalling last night? I'm sure you didn't think I was bad at the time. In fact, I KNOW you didn't think I was bad. You loved it :) X