Saturday: It's been a long first week back! Everyone will catch up at Zack's party though. Don't worry for all you newcomers...it's an open invite. Just remember to bring the booze.
"Arghhhh," was the first thing I managed to utter when I woke up to sounds of The Hives coming from a CD-player next door. "What the fuck..."
"Sorry, it's my roommate," a husky voice in the bed next to me.
I froze in chock since I found that voice very familiar. "Simon?" I turned around slowly hoping the memories of last night would magically be erased from my mind.
I went out with my brother and some of his friends Friday night, and for some reason we ended up in a creepy bar on the wrong side of the tracks, but judging from the banging in my head we had fun. "Right..." I said when his bright green eyes made eyecontact with mine. I tried to stabilize my head between the palms of my hands.
"We should probably forget about this, Char," he said.
I nodded (and regretted that movement), "yes. And not tell my brother about this," I took a deep breath and longed for the post-sex cigarette. "Anyway, I should probably go."
"You probably should. But hey," he moved a little closer to me and tried to get a kiss.
I covered his lips with my index finger, "not a wise decision."
Crestfallen he fell back into the bed and turned onto his side, away from me.
When I got home I fell asleep on the couch and didn't wake up until it was dark outside. I was still in the clothes I'd worn yesterday. I felt gross and hurried up in the shower. I was still planning on going to that party tonight but I was probably running a bit late.
Once at the party it actually seemed pretty fun. People seemed to have gotten very drunk already so either it was their first time drinking or they'd been drinking since 6 o'clock or something. I couldn't help but to chuckle at the sight of teenagers in their most expensive outfits making out with classmates, dancing their hearts out to underground dubstep or tiptoeing into the night with some stranger by their side heading for the nearest bush or playhouse.
"Finding something funny?" a broad-shouldered, brown haired guy with curls asked. I'd seen him in the halls when I was arriving late to school.
"I, ehmm.. I don't go to a lot of school-related parties," I tried to explain.
The pretty stranger handed me a bottled Heineken, "me neither. But it looks like fun."
"Yeah," I replied absentmindedly. I've learned the hard way never to accept drinks from strangers. But again it was sealed in a bottle.
"Not taking drinks from strangers?" he asked and took a long sip of his own beer.
"Ehm," I muttered. Something about him made me insecure. I didn't know whether it was his beauty, his confidence or the fact that he'd just completely seen through me.
In spite I popped the top open with my lighter, "cheers."
"Cheers for a fun night. I'm Ben, by the way."
We clinched our glass bottles together, "Charlotte. Or Char."