BLATUMN 29

Autumn Anderson

"Why is my head was been thrown by the rock?"

I groaned, rising up from the bed. My head wanted to burst out. I held it and started massaging it. I sat on our fluffy bed.

I looked at my surrounding. I am on the bed, Blaine's big bed. I looked at myself; I am wearing a big shirt Blaine's shirt. Again. Blaine is nowhere to be found.

Oh my God. I didn't remind Blaine that we will go to the club but how did I get home? 

I remembered being drunk. What the hell did I say yesterday night? Did I embarrass myself again?

Probably.

I reached for my ba