I woke up to a slightly disfigured room. Opening my eyes, I yawned loudly. It was then a throbbing headache welcomed me, making me almost yelp. My eyes darted to the bed, only to see it scattered and disarranged.
The entire sheets were tangled and twisted. And for a reason, the pillows were not a pair this morning. One laid low on the floor, making me wonder how it got there. I was never much of a deep sleeper.
I wriggled my brows when I saw my panties, twisted to a side of my ankle. This made me wonder what exactly had happened the night before.
My head tried to remember, but the only thing that was coming in was the dream I had. It had been all about Asher you know. In the dream, he did lots of dirty things to me. We made out many times to the extent that a part of me had thought that it was real.
As I moved to get up, my eyes landed on the clock beside the bed.
“Shit no!” I exclaimed, with my eyes bolted at the fact that I might as well be in detention today, for being so late.
I immediately got rid of my clothes, throwing it on the floor in haste. I darted into the bathroom immediately. In a few minutes, I was out and wearing the first thing my hand could grab out of my wardrobe.
My head was so occupied to the extent that I had already worn the entire thing, before remembering I had to dress nicely to please the college’s bad boy, Asher.
How was I going to convince him to show up for the karaoke in this sickly pajama?
A picture of our intimacy replayed in my head. My core throbbed at the entire scene darting back in. This made me cringe my brows together.
If it was a dream, why did it feel so real?
As if in response to the question I just asked myself, I noticed a to-do-list note sticking out, somewhere on the cupboard. Wondering what was on it, I walked towards the piece of paper.
I cut it off, only to see some words engraved in a black pen. The writings were in italic, so were the letters. Beautifully carved, which made my mind far from the fact that it might actually turn out to be a nightmare. I braced myself, before reading the words.
“Last night was a mistake. Don’t even think we have a thing.” – Asher
Instant flashbacks immediately entered my head the moment I read the note. The picture of mum and dad got in my head. I could see them leaving with Mr. Gilbert, Asher’s dad, with their apologetic faces. The next thing that spiraled in was me challenging Asher and calling him out for hating females.
“You’ve been such a bad girl, Phoebe.” he had stated.
“Ash- “
“Just wait, I’m going to punish you accordingly.”
Guilt hit me that instant, as I remembered what preceded that moment.
Goosebumps rattled on my skin.
My heart beat thudded in fast paces.
Warm tears housed my eyes, going down my chin. I re-read and re-read the note, hoping to see a different thing but didn’t.
It took some minutes for me to recover. When I did recover, I took my bag, scrunched the note and tossed it inside my bag. I could only thank my stars when I got downstairs that mum and dad weren’t back yet.
Because the entire dining table was a mess. On the floor were broken bottles, some were empty. There were also tossed food and vegs on the floor. We both must have been so drunk to stupor last night from how unkempt and disheveled the whole place was. I rushed to the kitchen to bring a duffel bag.
Hastily, I packed it all inside, doing the necessary sweeping and vacuum cleaning. When I wiped the last single that piece of dirt away, I sprayed the room with a lavender scented essence.
I got rid of the duffel bag too.
I picked my bag the moment the place looked tidy. The next thing I did do was head for school.
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“Ms. Davis, care to explain why you’re late today?” Mrs. Graham, our Musical teacher asked with a stern expression on her face. Her red hair was in a professional bun and her clothes were tight in all places. In spite of the fact that she looked in her forties, she had a seductive appearance which made most single male teachers want to hit on her.
“That’s…” I started out, rambling my head for what to say. But it was to no avail. The only thing I could replay was Asher’s hands roaming all over my body the night before. Then of how the hangover and cleaning got me late too.
How did one explain that kind of drama to a teacher?
“Have nothing to say?” she asked again, in a mocking tone. My hands entwined together, already sweaty from nervousness.
“I d-do… I-I mean…” I attempted to say.
“Detention!” she declared.
“But…” I tried to say but she cut me off with her hands signaled towards the way that led to the room.
“Off you go, Ms. Davis.” Mrs. Graham told me, shooing me away. With a clenched teeth and fist, I moved towards the detention room.
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Holy mother of craps!
I had lost my virginity to the college’s bad boy, Asher Gilbert.
This took me a moment to realize during detention. And I hated it because I had to hold myself from crying again. The detention room had a lot of bad kids in it. In fact, this was the first time I had been given one.
I hated the detention room because it smelled of socks. Most of the kids in there were unhygienic and dirty. This was why I breathed with so much relief when I finally got out of there.
“Can’t believe that asshole got you in detention,” Cole muttered as we strolled the corridors of the school.
“Practically it was my fault? I mean, I was the one who overslept.” I replied.
“But he slept over. Waking you up was the gentlemanly thing he could have done before disappearing.” My best friend replied. My cheeks tinted as I grew silent at the lie, I had told Cole immediately. He didn’t notice as we sat down at the cafeteria. He began giving me the ideas for the karaoke we were both planning.
I didn’t say much and only answered him in mono-syllables like ‘yeah’ or ‘no’.
“Are you okay?” he asked, crunching a part of the ham burger he had been eating. I had barely touched mine because I didn’t have a big appetite this morning.
“I have something to say about last night.” I hurriedly said, trying to catch my breath. Cole was that one person that knew everything about me. I hid nothing from him and couldn’t bare to keep a secret.
“Shoot on,” he said.
“Last night, wasn’t just about Asher sleeping over after the commercial bus incidence as I told you.” I uttered to him.
“What do you mean?” he asked. Confusion was mixed in his big green eyes, which stared at me intently.
“We had been so drunk that we didn’t know when we got in bed, Cole.”
There was an amazed expression on Cole’s face. His green eyes stared at me with so much shock. Chestnut hair still the same. But I couldn’t just miss the look on his face.“H-How’s this possible?” he asked me, even stuttering a bit.“Like you said, the other day, believe in the impossible.” I let out, reminding him of his words.“Logically… I know. It’s just that I know Asher Gilbert. I’ve seen the kind of rocky relationship that airs between you two. What I don’t understand how this even happened…” he trailed out.His chin looked clenched and his hands were fisted into balls. With a corner of my eye, I watched his movement that minute. My brows arched at him.I mean, was this something that deserved this much of anger from him?We exited the corridors of the school that second.Cole then did the usual. He got into the car his parents g
Thinking things through with all that adrenaline rush, was something practically impossible. It was like my body did it’s freewill this very minute. But I didn’t blame it.If anything, we were in grave danger.And, there was no hell of a way I was calming down, until the impending danger was gotten rid of.As I got on Asher’s bike, there was one thing on my mind. It was a thought that I hoped he was really fast that we lost the wolf behind us! Thinking of something else? Off course it was just that.“Hold on still.” he ordered. If I didn’t listen well, I definitely would have had a hard time hearing. But I did listen well. Danger definitely could arouse many of one’s senses.Occasionally, I looked back to check on the black wolf. Through the corner of my eyes, I could see it approaching us. When it bared its teeth covered in saliva at us, I closed my eyes shut immediately. I also hoped Asher w
“That meant nothing to me. I’d forget it if I were you,”Those were the words I woke up to the next day. No matter how much I tried, they won’t leave. Even though, I wanted it too.I stood up angrily from my bed, stomping my feet to the bathroom. Breathing out puffs of air, I took my tooth brush and begun making annoyed paces, as I brushed my teeth.Flashbacks of him suddenly appeared into my head again. Thus, I grunted out, staring at the bathroom mirror with so much fury, growing in me.“Who do you think you are, Asher Gilbert?!” I asked to no one in particular.“Treating me like a piece of trash after the sensual night we had...” I trailed out.“Is that what it all meant to you, really?” I choked out, this time becoming so much sober. I didn’t even realize when my eyes became teary. Mum said I’ve always been so dramatic. Maybe this was what she did mean.
I held the piece of paper in my hand, while looking at Cole shockingly. I couldn’t believe that he just suggested that we ask Whitney’s sister to perform.I mean, of all things, why would he bring this up?“Wait really?” I asked him, with a shrunken nose.“Yup,” he answered.My brows cringed immediately. I wasn’t sure why he was doing this but I knew I would soon find out.“Are you being serious, right now?” I asked again.“Yeah, sure. It certainly would be better like that. Think about who won’t want to show up at our karaoke, after learning that she’d be performing?” he uttered, swaying his index fingers, like he had just won a jackpot.“It’s just like a ticket, to every student here,”I knew he had a point. The only thing was that his approach to things were a little outlandish at times.There was no soul in s
Cole had come to my aid by giving me Lilith’s scarf. She was his step sister but they went along pretty well. Lilith didn’t mind because it had been buried in her locker at school for a long while and she had no use for it.Thus, she agreed to lend me.I used it to protect my hair for the rest of the lectures, before school hours were over. Whitney gave me a mischievous look, as lectures went by. I ignored her facial expressions, not wanting to sign up for another trouble.Cole drove us in his old rickety car, dropping me off.The moment I got home, I noticed nobody was home, which I was a bit thankful for. I didn’t want them asking me any questions about my hair. I hastily went to my room, throwing my backpack on the bed.I grabbed a bottle of my shampoo, and commenced the washing of my hair. I scrubbed and scrubbed it, emptying about half of the content on my hair.I checked the bathroom mirror to see my pro
Something about the frat party tonight made me happy. Honestly, I didn’t know why I was so excited. Maybe this had to do with the fact that this was my first frat party. Either way, I wanted it to go well.This was why I had gone to Galaxy’s closet for something fancy. I had gotten a red skimpy gown with a sweetheart neckline. Once again, I took YouTube tutorials for my makeup. Had no absolute idea of how to do that, without any help.I also removed the bun from my red hair Whitney preyed upon, letting it fall. As l combed the dyed hair, my mind wandered to numerous things.What if I looked weird tonight?With my red hair, hopefully this turned out to be right.“Breathe in, Phoebe. You’re going to be fine,” I told myself, as I highlighted the stairs, in a silver high heels I had brought from the confines of my little closet.As I threaded the stairs, I could hear some low-key chattering from down s
The instant I opened my eyes, the first thing I laid my eyes on, were vintage walls. The whole place was designed with dull colours. Despite that, it was still stunning. Writhing my brows, I wondered where I was. With eyes searching around the room, I slowly scanned the room. There was a shelf and a mini bar, directly ahead of me.Just as I stood up, a throbbing pain hit my forehead.Slowly, last night’s events imprinted on my brain. I immediately gasped at the whole lot of things I had done.“Oh no,” I muttered, with a cringy voice. Rubbing my forehead at the headache that occupied me, I stood up slowly. I sighted my bare legs, re-tracing it all the way to my knee.I was clothed in a saggy shirt that wasn’t even mine. My hands clenched around my chest in protectiveness.What was happening here?Whose clothes was I putting on and, where the heck was I?Just like a response to my question, a door s
As I walked around the frat house, I crossed over empty red plastic cups. There were numerous shattered bottles everywhere. Creeping around some corners too, were lots of empty bottles rolling out. The whole place was disarranged.Only a few volunteers were trying to organize the place. It was obvious that they were probably part of the frat team. My legs desperately looked for the exit, with an intent to get out of here. I hissed at the cat whistles from the upper part of the house.“Boys would be boys,” I snickered out, rolling my eyes. A hand suddenly encamped around my shoulders. I looked behind, shaking abruptly, with a fright.“Hey, Phoebe” The voice called out. I narrowed my eyes at who it was. He looked somewhat familiar. I couldn’t help but become quite inquisitive at the moment.“Yeah…hey,” I muttered, in an unsure tone.“Are you perhaps lost? You’ve been lurking a