CHAPTER THREE: WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?

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Chapter Three: Who the Hell are You?

India Eisley as Shane/Shawna King-------------->         

          Oh. My. Skittles.

          What is that horrible pounding sound? Oh wait! It’s the sound of a hangover.

          “What the hell did I drink last night?” I mumbled to myself. My bed was exceptionally comfortable minus the pounding and my heavy comforter. Oh god! “Make the pounding stop!” I exclaimed, or tried to. I heard myself sigh. Wait? That was not me. Oh my candy! Can blankets breathe? “Please tell me it’s just Niall again?”

          Either I went home with someone last night, or Niall really needs to learn the meaning of personal space.

          “DAD! Wake up!” exclaimed a voice from afar. I looked up from under the blankets. Yep! I definitely went home with someone. The room was way too big and expensive looking to be my apartment. Whoa, hold the phone. Dad? Oh no! I went home with an oldie! EW!

          “DAD! Get up! We have to go to the mall, remember?” yelled another voice. Both seemed to be females.

          “I’m up! I’m up!” exclaimed a voice from behind me. Oh skittles! I know that voice! The owner of said voice pulled me closer to his chest. Oh thank you holy skittles that I didn’t give my virginity to an oldie!

          Hold the figurative phone! I gave my virginity to Asher King! The sudden realization made me jump up and fall off the edge of the bed, further hurting my aching ass.

          “Oh skittles! My head!” I exclaimed, or again, tried to.

          “What the--?” began Asher. “Who the hell are you?”

          Seriously? He doesn’t even remember me!?

          “I’m, uh, Rayce Knight. Niall’s friend,” I said awkwardly from the floor.

          “Oh,” he said. “Oh shit! Did we…”

          “Yes,” I replied.

          “Oh no. Oh no. You’ve got to go before my kids wake up!” he exclaimed, getting out of bed. He rushed around the room grabbing my clothes and thrusting them at me.

          “In case you forgot, Mr. King, your kids were pounding on the door not three minutes go,” I replied in a snarky attitude. He was throwing my clothes at me!

          “Shit! Ok, out the window you go,” he replied. “We’re on the second floor but there’s a tree by the window and you can…”

          “Hold the figurative phone. You expect me to climb down a tree from a second story window? You must be bat shit crazy! That’s not going to happen!” I exclaimed. I began to redress myself.

          “Now you listen to me,” he began.

          “No, you listen to me, Mr. King. I don’t care that your kids are out there. And I don’t give a rats ass who you are,” I interrupted him. I pulled my shirt over my head before continuing. “Now, I’m going to walk out that bedroom door, down those stairs, and out your front door where I will walk down your drive way and call Niall to pick me up. Goodbye, Mr. King!”

          I stormed out of the door. It would have helped if I could have remembered where the stairs were located. I saw a girl with black hair dressed in black skinny jeans, a red shirt, and red patent Doc Martens. She had angel bites above her lip.

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