With a huffed groan I rolled onto my side and puzzlingly, I wasn't protected by the extra length of mattress. I hit the ground with a painful thud. What the fuck, who moved my bed?
I could barely gather the strength to open my eyes; I knew what would be waiting for me once I did. The blistering sunlight burned my irises and as my face contorted to adjust to the light I could hear the god damn birds chirping. What time was it? Shit, what time was it?
As I jumped to my feet I stumbled toward the door, stopping abruptly to move in a frantic circle like a dog trying to chase its own tail. This wasn't my house. This isn't my house
I wracked my brain for some remote recollection of what transpired last night. Did I take someone home, to their home? Who the fuck…
As I spoke, I patted my body down and breathed a long sigh of relief to find my clothes weren't missing or even on inside out. Phew. Talk about awkward.
From where I stood, my eyes dropped and were caught by a light switch. The white switch brought a memory to the front of my mind and it played back behind my eyes. Oh no. Oh god. Holy shit.
Isobel Flemming, Fucking Isobel Flemming, What was I thinking? Did I like tormenting her? She'd barely been in town and I had already groped her and kissed her. Oh god, I kissed her. I kissed her and she pulled away. She pulled away, what a bitch.
The priority wasn't that she pulled away, but I couldn't hide my irritations. I'ma good kisser. I hear it a lot. I needed to vanish, she could be waking up any moment now. I had to get out of here. Would she want to eat breakfast together? The scenarios ran through my head and the countless that assaulted me were giving my headache a headache. As I pried open the door as silently as possible. I shook my head when the opposite occurred. A loud creak dragged out, the longest embarrassing moment in history and it was happening to me. Come on!
I screamed at myself before closing the door once met with the maintained yard and a waving hand of one of her neighbours. Fuck. My. Life.
As soon as I jumped off the porch step, I was struck with fear. It coursed through my entire shell and I realized why. I had no idea what I would be walking into when I got home. I still didn't remember everything. I couldn't wait. I couldn't bide my time. I had to go home and face the music even if the only reason was that I stunk. I had to shower before school. Mother fucker. I am going to see her at school.
I groaned as I began the trudge to my house, my fists were balled and pounded into the air in frustration at how much of an ass I had been and would continue to be.