14. When I first met the door
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"Ms. Hurst" I heard a voice. The owner of this voice is going to die a horrific death. I would strangle the life out of him if he didn't shut up. The curtains were drew open and I groaned, putting the pillow over my face.
I am going to die. I can't open my eyes. My head is literally spinning and I think I am going to need a doctor.
"Ms. Hurst" the annoying voice got closer. Just wait till I get a hold of him. He will regret coming into my room. The pillow was brutally dragged and soon it was on the floor.
"You i***t!" I hissed and shut my mouth immediately. Everything is too loud. My own voice is ringing in my ears and it is way too loud. I managed to blink my eyes open though my head was pounding.
Adrian was half smiling, hovering above me, not to mention I feel extremely puny. And then I realized that his head was blocking the bright sunlight that was streaming in through the window.
"Second time?" he asked and I tried nodding my head. I am sure he understood that this is the second time I had drunk.
The first time was pretty eventful. It was at a party at my friend's place and I seriously don't remember anything, except the fact that Adrian had somehow managed to come there and take me home.
That was the first time Adrian and me had gotten a chance to speak. And me, I was wasted. It is not like I had amnesia or something, but I remember things vaguely.
It was a wonderful time and the best beginning of a love story. Of our story.
Flashback?
Come on vómanos
Everybody let's go!!
** flashback **
"You are sixteen for god's sake! You can drink" Isabella groaned loudly, slapping me on the shoulder. "Ow" I cried.
"I don't think I should. You know.."
"Blah! I ain't hearing anything from you miss lady!" the person I call my best friend screamed into my ear. If I may say so, I think she is trying her best to make me go deaf.
"My father wouldn't approve of.."
"Drink it!" she whined. "Can you not even try? Like please woman! For me. Once. If you don't like it I swear I won't force you."
Point. I haven't even tried it.
"You should know why you refuse something."
True that. I know she means well. She is this person who always listens to her parents and advises the same. But sometimes she becomes this I-have-to-explore-life kind of a person.
I can try. I totally can. Well let's hope Dylan doesn't end up here somehow. He is this insanely over protective brother. I love him though you know. The best brother sister bond.
Not to mention he slipped a lizard in my bed. And that I had dropped his phone into the bathtub, accidentally.
Well what is the fun of having a brother if not for these annoying yet totally fun proving incidents.
This was Bella's house anyway, nothing could go wrong. I took a deep breath. I am going to drink!
"You sure?" Bella asked and I was ready to smack her head.
"You were the one who insisted!"
"Yeah. I know. But you know if you don't want to.. Oh okayy" she shut up when I had my first drink down my throat.
Burn!
Burn people!
The girl who stood across me, burn dude! They thought I couldn't drink. Ha!
Burn? Ouch.
Okay it actually burns. As in legit burn. My throat. Christ! Maybe I didn't realize the amount or the speed with which I drank. Because.. It freaking burns.
"Bella?" I called. She laughed, looking at me when I wanted her to do something for me. Water maybe? Yes, I think that is what I want.
"Dance?" a guy smiled. I know him from somewhere. A dinner party? College? Friend's brother?
Oh right! Bella's friend's brother.
I didn't trust myself to speak and hence, I stood up slowly as I leaned on him.
I do realize that things are getting blur but that's what I heard happens if you drink, so I am thinking it's pretty normal.
A few moments later I had a bottle in my hand and I was up on the stairs.
"No no no" I sang. "No coming close to me" I held the pointed end of the broken glass towards people. Him especially. I told him not to touch me but he tried nonetheless.
Ha! Like I would let him. "Can you come down Lizzy" Bella groaned as she tried to walk. She was not able to walk without swaying too much.
I suppressed a giggle. "You look cute you know that" I told her.
"When do I not" she chuckled.
"True that."
"Will you come down now?" she slurred. Cute.
Nope. Why would I? I like it up here. Totally.
And there was no way I was going to go down. I heard a voice behind me and I jumped out of my skin, running down the stairs.
Not to forget, I tripped on the last two stairs and landed straight on my butt.
The bottle went flying and luckily, no one got hurt. That was because three fourth of the people had already left.
I looked up at the hand that was in front of me, offering to help me up. "Come on" I heard the voice. The same voice that made me tumble down! I looked at the face, well a totally gorgeous face.
I blinked, taking in his features. The perfect idea of a nose I had, is his.
The black hair all disheveled, looking all the more hot. I placed my hand in his and that is when I realised his hand was so huge. Compared to mine that is.
Well my father says anyone and everyone's hand is bigger than mine but that is a different thing. He helped me up and smiled. I have this feeling I know this dude from somewhere but I can't exactly place him.
I erupted into laughter and rested my head on his chest. Warm. And then, I somehow ended up in a sports car. Damn. This sports car looks sexy.
Did I mention I love sports car and speed! I truly do.
"Who are you?" I looked at him.
"Who owns the sports car" he smirked.
Cocky.
I hummed and looked out of the window. Well not exactly a window. Because I couldn't find one.
"Who are you?" I looked at him.
I forgot to ask him who he was.
"Who owns the sports car" he almost asked. Why is he asking me? And why does he sound surprised. Wierd.
"What a reply is that?" I asked.
"Work on your English kid" he chuckled.
"Nokay pr..rofessor" I giggled.
"Nokay?" he rose a brow.
"That's like the new trend. You don't know?" I smirked.
"No I don't" he shook his head as he laughed.
What was so funny about that?
"Take me home I tell you!" I yelled. He stepped on the brakes almost too suddenly and I went flying, hitting my head. To a cushion?
I shrugged.
"My hand" he groaned. "What about it?" I looked at it.
He shook his head and I nodded.
"You look so freaking hot! Do you have a girlfriend?" I popped the question as I sat cross legged.
"If I answer, you will promise not to puke."
What? This guy doesn't make sense.
"Do not puke in my car. Just hold it in."
He quickly stopped the car and opened the door for me to get out. I blinked.
What on earth is he saying? Well I pretty much understood his agony the next second.
I might have puked. On his shoes. As he held the door open. He shut his eyes and a manly groan made its way to my ears.
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