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Drama is not the word.
Courtney's POV
Thank the lord, finally I'm home. I thought as I pulled up to my 2 story stone house. I parked in my circle driveway right in front of my door, and turned the car off then got out. I walked to the back of my Chryslers 300 and opened the trunk and grabbed a blank canvas, my briefcases, and some paint supplies. Then I tried to close the trunk, after about two minutes I got it to close then I started walking up the steps to my front door. I opened the glass screen door, and then tried to unlock the door to get in. Once I got in open I walked in my foyer, and felt a vibration in my Suit jacket pocket. Surprised, I dropped everything I was holding on the floor, and reached up to my chest to steady my breathing. I reached into my pocket, and pulled out my cell phone and answered it without looking at the caller ID.
"Hello, this is Courtney Delmont. May I ask who this is?" I said in my work voice, as I started to pick up everything I dropped. I stared walking to my living room, on the right side of the foyer and put my suitcases on the coffee table.
"Hey Court, its Trent." My best friend Trent said in a worried voice. I started walking to my studio across the hall.
"I just wanted to say that night was not suppose to happen, you know I have a girlfriend." Trent said, I sighed as I dropped the art stuff on the table in the studio.
"Trent, I understand. That night was just… a mistake." I said as I walked back to my living room and took a seat on the red sofa.
"I just hope that this can stay between us, I really don't want my girlfriend to know that I slept with my best friend when we got drunk, you know what I mean." Trent said as he took a deep breath. Yeah, I know what he means.
"Yeah, I know. But I think you should just tell her, it was an accident. She should understand, and it always better for you to tell her than for her to find out by herself." I said sadly thinking about my past love.
"Court, I'm sorry that happened to you, but I just really want to forget about this." He said.
"It's okay, that's the past and this is the future, and if you say you want to forget about it. I'll do the same." I said into the phone as I ran my hair sighing once again.
"Thanks Courtney, I owe you one big time." Trent said happily, I smiled a little.
"Its fine, I'll talk to you later Trent at the studio after work." I said about to hang up, but was stopped by Trent.
"Wait, are you going to paint a sign for your singing group?" he asked.
"Yup, I already got the paint supplies and everything."I said.
"Okay, well I see you tomorrow." He said
"Bye." I said then hung up the phone, and looked around the room. The walls were light red and there was a big flat screen on the wall that the sofa and love seat face. On the other side were two white chairs facing a window that shows the front yard. On the side wall was a big bookshelf and a small desk, with pictures on it. There was and opening for the back hallway that leads to the backrooms, and an opening to the foyer.
I sigh, then get up and grab my suitcase and go to the foyer and go up the stairs, and go to my office and put my briefcase on the desk, and walk through the door that lead to my room and laid on the bed. I looked at the clock, 5:56. I looked back at the ceiling and covered my face with my hands.
"Damn." I said, but it was muffled since my hands were still on my face. So much has happened. It seems that every time my life is perfect, something ruins it. Back in senior year everything was perfect. I was valedictorian of my class. I was head cheerleader, and super popular. I had great friends, and the perfect boyfriend. His name was Duncan, and he was one of the hottest guys in school. To be honesty, we couldn't stand each other. It's wasn't until junior year, when my boyfriend at the time, Justin, dumped me 3 days before Winter Formal, and left me crying my eyes out in our favorite spot in the local park. Duncan just happened to be walking, when he saw me crying and decided to comfort me. That was the first time I seen Duncan soft side, and the day I knew I had feelings for him. It wasn't until that summer when we started going out.
Duncan always had the reputation of being the bad boy, but most of the time when he was with me, he was sweetheart. That was until one day, one day I will never forget, the day he cheated on me with the Goth girl Gwen. We were going to my best friend's, Heather Wong, Graduation party. Duncan and I got separated when Heather pulled me to dance on the dance floor with her. After an hour of dancing I went looking for Duncan, so we could have a little alone time, if you know what I mean. I looked everywhere and couldn't find him, then Heather sent me a picture of him with someone making out by the poolside. I ran out there, but didn't see them. But I heard moaning. I franticly looked around to see if I could find them, when I did it was horrible. The Goth whore was riding my man, the guy I loved, like a pony! I grabbed her hair and slung her off of him, and then kick Duncan as hard as I could in his exposed jewels. Then went and pushed Gwen in the pool. Thinking about that now it wasn't the nicest thing to do since she couldn't swim. But hey, that's what you get for fucking with me. The worst part was that everyone was watching the whole thing! They all wanted to see me cry, but I was just too angry with him to cry. Heather took me home, and that was my last day in New York. I decided to leave for college early instead of staying in a town where the love of my life was kissing the Goth whore in front of everyone, mocking me.
Now I'm twenty-six year top lawyer at Appleton's head law firm. I have a beautiful house in Boston. I have great friends and I'm even the partner of a Music Studio for kids with my best friend Trent. I'm still close with most of my friends from New York, but recently we started growing apart. The only one I really talk to is Heather who, every now and then come to stay with me for a while. I love my life, it's perfect. Until last week when Trent, my good friend, Bridgette, and her boyfriend, Geoff, went clubbing to celebrate the success of our Music Studio, and me winning a big case. Everything was going great, we danced, and drank. When Bridgette and Geoff went to their car for alone time, things between Trent and I got a little heated. We made out like there was no tomorrow, then took things to his car. I, even in my drunken state, was not going to do it in a car. So Trent took us to my place. How we got there safely we will never know, but once we did we made out again and did the nasty. The worst part is Trent has a girlfriend. I never met the girl, but I how it feels to get cheated on. And from what Trent tells me he is in love with the girl.
"Damn." I said again as I sat up on my bed. As much as it hurts I wish Duncan was here. I never got over my feelings for him. The only guy I ever had feeling for besides Duncan is Trent, and he has a girlfriend. I sighed then got up to take a quick shower. They always helped me when I have a lot on my mind.
Once I got out the shower, I put on a red tank top, and my red sweats with different color hearts on it. I went back downstairs into the studio. My studio is two studios in one. One side is for recording, and the other side is for my art work. The walls in here are black with little stars on the recording side, and red on the art side. The art side of the studio has a relaxed look to it. There's a white leather sofa in the back of the room, a small table with random art supplies scattered on it, and an easel. On the recording side, there is a more professional look to it. There is the mixing table to clean up the songs, a deck on the side of the mixing table, and a small plasma TV. There was a big window so you could see into the actual recording room, while you're sitting at the mixing table. Inside of the actual recording room was my violin, my guitar, a microphone and headphones so you could hear how everything sound while you play.
I walked over to the recording side and sat at the mixing table, and turned on some jazz music. Then I walked over to the art side and got all my art supplies then walked to my easel and started painting a sign for my singing group at the Studio. I was half way done with my sign, my phone stared to ring. I looked at the caller I.D. and felt a little pang in my heart as I answered it.
"Hello." I said as I answered it.
Author's Note
Okay, so how was it? I wasn't planning on posting this one up so soon, but my friend and I were talking about it and she convinced me to start writing it. So here is it!
Okay so this story is drama! Lots of things will happen, your mind will literally be blown with the crazy drama I am writing =D Tell me what you are thinking, did I open this chapter well? I think I could've done better. Oh, and I'm trying to make this story teen, which for me is kind of hard ;D Lol. SO every now and then there will be cussing, but I will warn you in the beginning. M'kay?
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