Hello, wrote Chapter two finally so um...yeah. Btw, you will probably be disappointed.
Oh god, my head! I wake up with the worst headache ever. I'm in a random blue bed, my dress is still on, but my makeup is smudged up. A boy walked out, a man really, of the bathroom. In nothing but a towel, unless you count all the tattoos on his wet, buff body.
"Ah, morning," He says.
I smile like I'm totally sure nothing happened.
"You okay?"
I nod. OH MY GOD! THIS HEADACHE WILL KILL ME!
"Was that your first time?"
"Sorry, what?" What happened last night?!
"Drinking," He says quickly," Your first time drinking?" OMG, thank you!
I put my hands on my eyes. "Um...yes, it was."
He started getting dressed.
"What time is it?"
He looked on his phone. "7:30."
Shit. I'm supposed too meet Uriah and Marlene for breakfast.
"Look, I got to go. I'll um...call you."
"Okay...?"
I took his number, and my purse and ran out the door. I take a taxi too the place and rub off the makeup.
"Hi," I say too the waiter,"I'm here for a reservation, Uriah?"
"This way madam."
There sitting was more than Uriah and Marlene. Chris, Al and the new guy, Will.
"Oh, Hello." Al pulls out the seat next too him and pats it. I sit down very awkwardly.
"A lot more people here than I thought, Marlene." We ordered, talked, ate, talked, felt awkward. (Well, just me.) At one point Al held my hand. It felt wierd because I didn't that way, not with him, at least.
When we (Chris and I) got home, she badgered me about Last Night. Questions like,"TRIS!? OMG WHAT HAPPENED?" Or,"DID YOU? WAS HE YOUR FIRST?"
"I don't know what happened, I have no idea, I was too drunk."
She started too freak out. I walked too my room and took out the number.
Should I call him? I honestly don't what happened. I hope, I really hope nothing happened. I call him.
"Hello?"
"Hi, It's Tris,"
"Ah, Hello darling."
"What happened last night?"
"You mean, you don't remember?" He scoffed,"Well, I've gotta work on that."
"What?!"
"I'm just kidding...ish..."
"What. Happened?"
"Nothing you need too know about."
Then dial tone. Shit.
