Chapter Three.
Oh. My. God.
Where the hell am I?
And why am I naked, with some stranger on a bed?
Oh. My. God.
Chill Angie, Chill.
Think! Think! Think!
Okay. Last night.
After the wishing incident, Nicole suggested to club, again.
We drank lots of alcohol.
Flirted with some guy.
Kissed then stripped.
Fuck!
We had sex!
Oh. My. God.
What time is it?
1.00 p.m.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
I tip-tooed across the room.
Grabbed my clothes.
Then rushed to the bathroom.
Damn Angie.
What have you done?
Told you not to drink so much alcohol.
Dressed up.
Shit! I left my bra outside.
As I opened the door sneakily, wanting to take my bra.
The stranger was already awake, siting on the bed.
He did nothing but smiled at me.
He was blond, dark hazel eyes and looked quite like North.
Don’t tell me I had sex with North!
No, North doesn’t have a mole on his cheek.
“Er.. Good morning.” I broke the silence. ” How are you?”
Stupid question.
“I’m fine. Looks like you’re in a hurry.”
“Yes. Look, last night was just some joke.”
He nodded, but didn’t say anything.
“My point is. Don’t take it too seriously.”
He nodded, and but still, didn’t speak.
“So, I better get going.”
He continues his way.
Then, I left.
Bra-less.
I took a cab and went straight home.
As for Nicole, she was waiting for me in the living room.
“So how was last night, Angie?” Nicole asked.
“Shut up. Mine your own business.” I was too embarrassed.
“Was he rough or soft and sweet?”
“I couldn’t remember anything.”
“What did he do, when you woke up?”
“Nothing. I changed then went straight home. What did you expect?”
“Another round?”
“Damn, you’re God damn horny!”
We both grinned.
Before I went in to my room, Nicole asked, “Say Angie, bra-less, aite?”
Fuck! I left them behind.
Not my Limited Edition Victoria Secrets bra!
* * *
A week passed quickly, and the day came, finally!
Say hello to college, people!
As usual, Nicole spends an hour in the bathroom.
Then, an hour more in dressing up.
Two whole hours.
I ate my break-fast, and even surfed the net.
Dang, what’s taking her so long?
“Nic! Quick! We might be late.”
Just then, Nicole came out from the room.
Wearing my clothes, again!
“God, Nic. Why my clothes?”
“I thought we’re late. Let’s go!”
* * *
“Good morning class.”
That, was what I heard.
I wasn’t quite paying attention, was texting with Jean.
All about her problem with Edward.
The voice was heard few times later.
And, I somehow heard the name, Brandon Louis Spencer.
Wait a minute, the voice somehow became louder and nearer.
The voice blabbers something about cell phones.
“No cellphones nor side-kicks allowed.”
Hey, that voice, somehow familiar.
Fuck, don’t tell me its him.
I looked up.
I froze.
It was him.
That stranger I had sex with.
The worst thing was.
He recognized me.
