Okay, here's the next chapter. The other one might not come for a while because I haven't written it yet. But yeah, I don't own Liberty's Kids. Never have. I do, however, own the plot. That's not saying much though.
Ouch. There's sunlight in my eyes and my head feels like someone has taken a printing press to it. It hurts even worse when I open my eyes. The room's spinning and I feel nauseous.
Will someone please tell me why the room is spinning? Or why James is half on top of me... again... Why do I have a headache as bad as this? What happened to me last night?
I look down, discovering what I'm wearing. If I were not looking at myself, I'd say that the girl who owned a dress like this was a hussy. It is a slip after all.
James is starting to wake up. I don't know why, but I feel extremely nervous all of a sudden. And he sees me now and smiles and then he... Just leans over and kisses me!
What does he think he's doing? Who does he think he is? He can't just lean over and kiss me like that!
Wait, like what? Okay, I am not going to think about it. What am I doing? I'm having an inner monologue while he still thinks it's okay to kiss me!
"What do you think you're doing? You can't kiss me. It doesn't work that way. We're just friends, James! Why can't you get that?" I snap, shoving him off of me.
He looks more confused than he should. I told him before, so he shouldn't be confused. Seriously!
"Oh, no, don't turn this on me, Sarah. You know, you're a very misleading person... I mean, last night, you were telling me how..." He begins to rant.
I was telling him what? I don't remember telling him anything. I don't really even remember anything from last night. Wonder why...
"I didn't tell you anything last night!" I hiss back at him.
He shoots me a look, rolling his eyes.
"You were so far gone last night, weren't you?" James retorts.
What does he mean? I don't get it.
Upon my look, he clarifies.
"You were drunk, Sarah," He answers.
Drunk? Me? But I'm not like that. Why did I even get drunk? Why did he let me?
The questions spill out and James' gaze penetrates me.
"I didn't let you. I was leaving. A friend of mine had to tell me that you were drunk," James replies, eyes ablaze.
I don't remember getting drunk. But I do feel like vomiting.
"You're mistaken," I brush off coldly.
He turns my head to face him.
"I held back your hair while you vomited. I'm pretty sure that I'm not mistaken," He snips.
Might as well own up to it.
"Very well. I don't even recall why I was getting drunk," I said, bewildered.
James merely shrugged, though I had a feeling he knew more than he was letting on.
"We ought to get going."
Perfectly calculated. Too calculated. A thought occurs to me.
"Why did you kiss me, James?" I inquire harshly.
His back turned, body out the door, he does not answer. Yet somehow I am fine with it. Odd indeed.
- Loren ;
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