Chapter 2! Sorry, this one took a bit…

I knew as soon as my head shot up from abruptly, something was wrong and off, totally wrong..

Ugh.

Hangover.

I woke up the next morning on my stomach, and the sun was shining brightly through the window. Sitting up, I ran a hand through my hair, tousling the already naturally tousled blond strands. They were always messed up in the morning. Why the hell was the window open? Strange, I thought to myself. I don't usually sleep on my stomach…unless….

Immediately, my hands shot down to my body roaming my torso. Oh my God, I was naked. Oh my God, Oh my God. Where the hell are my clothes?

That's when I heard and felt him; Emmett.

"Good morning, beautiful."

His soft lips were moving against my bare shoulder, bringing back pain, lust, want and need. A combination I haven't felt from him in a while. I let out a small sigh of relief, now feeling reassured that it was just Emmett and not just any random stranger. As he continued to kiss my shoulder and up my neck, I could feel shivers running down my spine.

This wasn't happening. It couldn't be. There was one explanation for this, and it was the alcohol. Nothing else. He couldn't have possibly wanted this.

"It's okay, Alli baby.."Another long kiss, right on that sweet spot of flesh under my ear. "It's just me." He whispered seductively into my ear.

I shot up immediately, feeling a mixture of different emotions as I gathered my clothes from off the floor and put them back on. I didn't dare look back at him, even as he tried to call me back and even started to get himself dressed, ready to chase after me and 'let him just explain'. A very poor attempt, I must say. He tripped over himself ample times pulling on his jeans.

As I slammed the door behind me, I simultaneously felt bile rising in my stomach and tears threatening to pour out, ruining the façade I had been trying to keep on. I shook my head, and started to walk. I knew Forks High wasn't too far away from Kyle's house, but I wasn't exactly ready to show up at school, unprepared.

Fuck it, I thought as I put my hair up into a messy pony tail, the pin straight look I was going for last night totally and completely gone, It's not like anything important's in my messenger bag.

I knew I was late, not by much. Just twenty minutes according to the time on my phone. I'd just go to the guidance counselor for an hour, seeing as Ms. Kelsey was like my mother and would understand everything, then stop by my locker and get what I needed for the day.

-SYH-

"Miss. Masen," My attention went from the alien language like math in my notebook to the front of the classroom where Mr. Owens was tapping his dry erase marker on the board, signaling for me to answer the question.

"If x and y are integers such that 5 is greater than x, and x is greater than or equal to 2, and 6 is less than y and y is less than or equal to 9, then the minimum value of xy is…" I bit my lip as I read the question out loud, hesitating to answer the question. All eyes were on me as usual; the smart ass of the class.

I took a deep breath and swallowed, this was simple math. "The minimum value of xy is 14." I nodded to assure him that I was positive of my answer.

An instant grin spread across his face, "Correctamundo, Miss. Masen. See, class, it's not that hard. The Sophomore got it." That was always the joke in my classes, 'the underclassmen got it.' I was always advanced, being in all AP Honors classes.

The bell rang signaling lunch time and I took my time gathering my stuff, not having anywhere to rush to. It's not like I had anyone to sit with at lunch anyways.

I ran through the counts of the new dance for competition this Saturday in my head, checking the messages on my phone. No surprise, they were all from Jordan. It's not like my parents would care..oh wait, one call from Dad. Voicemail? "Won't be home until Sunday." During my gym period, I managed to change my clothes, and thank God that was early in the day. A majority of that school was at Kyle's last night, and if I was wearing the same thing, it would've just gave everything away if everyone didn't already know. They probably did.

I plopped my happy ass self down at the table, right across from Emma and Steven. They were all kissy face as per usual.

"Can you take it down a notch? I already don't feel well." I grumbled at them as they pulled away from their very passionate kiss, and put my head down on the cool table.

And of course, they ignored me and went back to their daily special, "Suck a la each other's faces with a side of Sweet Whispering"

It was technically I blessing and a curse when my brother, Jordan, sat down next to me. I was actually surprised he had this lunch because this was honestly the first time I saw him here.

"Allison Iliana Masen," He started, his voice low, his features shouting pissed off and disappointed. Probably at me, like always.

I raised my head ever so slowly at the mention of my full name and cracked my knuckles and toes. I was sore and felt bunched up like a spring after last night…That meant it was probably really good.

"We need to talk. We need to talk about what the fuck happened last night. What was that, Alli?" He shouted, officially the whole cafeteria now turning their attention to us, if they weren't before. Jordan's mere presence alone could turn heads. Oh, imagine if he actually shouted, shouted at his little sister none the less!

I took my time to answer, looking at what seemed like every face in that now very silent cafeteria, as they looked back at me. Right through me. I didn't need to answer; it felt like everyone's features spoke what I didn't. They knew; it was obvious. I was a whore. A no good whore, who gets drunk and hooks up with her asshole of an ex boyfriend.

I don't know, I wanted to shout.

And that is when I let my façade crumble, and finally, the tears came falling down.

Short. I know. But a new chapter will be up soon, hoping you enjoyed! Feed back is lovely. Thank you!

~Emma