The next thing I knew, me and Craig were completely pissed, dancing around and singing along to songs we didn't even know (Which doesn't make any sense if you ask me). It was obvious we weren't gonna go to school tomorrow... Or any other day, hopefully, and when I looked out the window and saw flashing lights I turned off the music and hopped into bed. Craig came stumbling in and he hit his head, which made me giggle but I kept trying to shut myself up. All I knew was that we were both pissed out of our minds, the cops had been called with a noise complaint and we'd drunk me dry from all my alcahol.

"Get (Hic) in, you (Hic) idiot!" I hiccuped to Craig. "Pretend to (Hic) be asleep! The (Hic) cops are here!" Craig climbed in next to me and he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, and so did I, despite the fact that we were both fully dressed with shoes on and everything. I knew it was a stupid plan because the police would probably just burst right in and tell that we were pretending to be asleep, but I was too drunk to do anything else. So I just cuddled up to Craig and gradually fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up with a splitting head ache. Craig was gone and the whole apartment was a mess. The stain on the sofa was still there (Surprise surprise) but besides all that I was very happy. I'd just slept with the guy I loved (Well, kind of), and I'd had a great time. Although I was really disappointed when I couldn't see Craig. I looked out my bedroom window and saw that his car was gone, and checked my watch. He'd probably gone to school or something, so I decided to get ready and go as well. I wrote him a note in case he hadn't gone to school and tried to make it say 'Gone to school, be back soon' although it probably said something like 'Gun te skewl b bk sooonn'. I tried talking but I couldn't really tell if I was slurring or not. I'd never been this drunk before. In fact, I don't think I'd ever been drunk, not really. I went into my room and got changed into another pair of black skinnies and a top I got at a concert a few months back, and put on some purple converse. Then I tried to brush my teeth but I retched at the minty taste. My leg still ached a little, although I had plenty of time for it to heal so I could walk without crutches. I should really have gone to school earlier, but I just couldn't be bothered.

When I stepped outside, I looked around. The sun was in my eyes, I had no car and everyone I knew was at school. Great. So, I started to walk. I know. Walking 6 miles to school when you have/had a broken leg. I thought that the time I got there, it would be the end of the school day. I looked at my watch but the numbers just wriggled around. My head hurt like hell and I couldn't walk in a straight line. It was actually good that my car wasn't here because if it was I probably would have driven it and crashed it, and the police would come and lock me up for drink driving. And they'd also realise that I was supposed to be at school. They would ring my parents, my parents would find out about my broken leg, my new serious boyfriend, the drink-driving and everything else - They'd probably even find out about the stain on my sofa - and they'd be so disappointed in me that they'd stop funding my credit card. And that would be a major problem.

While I was thinking all this, I had been walking and by the time I stopped and realised that I'd actually gotten somewhere I saw that I was about half-way to school already. I put my sun-glasses on and wished that I had my iPod or my MP3 Player... something. As interesting and complex as my thoughts were, they were hardly making my splitting headache any better. All of a sudden, my phone rang.

"Hello?" I slurred.

"Hey, its me. Where are you? I went to school and came back and saw your note, although I didn't see you there." Craig said. I squinted at my watch, but the numbers still made no sense.

"What time is it then?" I asked.

"About three in the afternoon. Look, if you could just tell me where you are I can come and pick you up. You shouldn't be walking, not with your leg." Craig said. Even with my drunkness, I could tell he was concerned. I kept walking as we were talking, not knowing what to say. I only knew one thing, and that was that if I saw a sign there would be no way I could read it, so I just kept walking. My leg was hurting before and it was hurting now, but I needed to get someplace I knew. I asked Craig what Whitney and Danni were like at school.

"Well, they actually stuck together, which is weird, I think." he replied. "And I met Whitney. She seems... A little... Competetive, ya'know?"

"Yeah, I do know."

"Does she know about us?"

"No. No-one does. Do they?" I asked.

"Not that I know of. So, do you know where you are yet?" he asked me.

"Nope. No clue. I'm trying to get to school so you could maybe pick me up from there, but I think I took a wrong turn. Or several wrong turns." I sighed. I sat down on a bench and rubbed my feet, forgetting about my leg and hurting it even more.

"Why don't you ask someone for directions?" Craig suggested.

"Directions? Isn't it the girl in the relationship that tells the guy to ask directions, and isn't it the guy who always refuses? Because I dunno if you noticed, but I'm a girl and your a guy - I hope - And I'm not asking for directions." I scoffed. I got up from the bench and walked down a road that looked quite familiar, and I suddenly realised where I was. Outside my old house. This was where I lived when I lived with Mom and Dad when I was about 9. "Hey, I think I know where I am now. Do you know where Chesire Street is?"

"Yeah, I live quite near there. You must be just coming up to the school then."

"Oh, yeah... I knew that." I lied, realising I must have taken a short cut I never knew existed.

"Okay, I'm just leaving now," Craig said, and I could hear the jangle of his keys and the engine starting in his car through the phone. "I'll be five minutes, tops. See you in a second then."

"Bye," I said, waiting him to hang up the phone.