this is my first story, hope you like like it..
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KENZIE POV:
"Thank you, babe" the last man said it as he walked out the room.
"Hmmm.." I just mumbled. SHIT. this is the worst i'd done. i really f**ked up last night. i barely remember anything, the last thing i remember was had a few drink at Jay's birthday party. ok, maybe more tha a few. and now, since i've got conscious half an hour ago, there were 5 naked men said "Thank you, babe" to me. and, by the way, i'm naked too.
For the men, i only know or recognize 3 from 5. Jay ( wow, i give myself as his birthday gift), don, and JC. they were my highschool friends. the others, lets just say, DONT ASK.
I try t get up, but DANG, my head is really hurt. it's like it's got stomp by stampede. f**king hangover. shuts my eyes, inhale, exhale, counted to 10, open my eyes.havent work yet, repeated and continue to 20. yup, it's better. i pull the heet and wrapped it up my body.
observing the room. it's quite big though. the queen size bed with bedside table on each side. there are 3 doors. 1 i assume as the room's door (the guys went through there before dissapeared), 1 maybe the bathroom and the other is a drawer or walk in closet. i cant put up the wall colour cause it's dark, all i can say it's quite plain. no poster, no picture, only a 14" plasma tv. on the right bedside table there are books. i reach and read the cover, 'the alchemist' and 'the last symbol'. -hmmm..cool books-. over all, i can assume it's a guest room or a guy's room.
....cant see today.
and i cant see tommorow.
you burning up my head and in my brain it's going wrong.
and i will today.
and i will live tommorow.
no matter what it said or done.
even if it's going wrong.
even if it's going wrong.
even if it's going wrong.
you're burning up my head.
it's my ringtone. i tried to find my phone around all the clothes that speard under the bed. found it.
"hel.." i've got cut off.
"where the hell are you bitch?" ian, my boss/gay bestfriend, yelled.
"morning to you too. i'm at my friend's, why?"
" morning, huh? the last time i checked, nobody said good morning at 1.20pm" his voice's sound irritated.
"huh, what?" i checked the time on my cellphone. shit. ian's right. "sorry, got late sleep last night."
"ok. whatever. just be here at 4. or i'll bash your head to the wall.." he warned, " and dont forget bring the gowns i asked you, comprende chica?"
"si. see you la.." click, ian's cut the phone off. BOSSY...
i check my phone. wow...21 misscalleds, and 8 messages. the misscalleds are from ian. he's quite annoying when it's a job's things. the messages: 5 from ian, 1 from my mom -SHIT-, 1 from CC, and 1 from.....JAMIE. i ignored the others, i just opened jamie's.
-'ssup babe? miss u.can we met?buzz me!-
GOD, what he want this time??
-flashback-
4 months ago
Jamie is my boyfriend for 5 years, since i'm a freshmen and he's a junior. now he's in college and i get a job after i graduated. we're quite busy on weekdays, so we only meet on the weekend. but we still texts and calls everyday and night. it's friday, it's mean we'll meet tonight. i went straight home after work because i dont want to be late. i'm waiting at the bus stop. i dont have a car, cause since i got an accident 2 years ago, i got scared to drive, so now i take the public transportation.
buzzz...buzzz..buzzz..
my phone vibrated, "my boo" is on the screen.
"hey babe.." i ick up the phone.
"hey, wheye are you?"
"bus stop. still waiting for the bus. why? wanna pick me up?" i'm on my happy tone.
"oh.." there's a silence for a moment, "Ken, i wanna say sorry."
okay, there's a problem. he only call me Ken whem he make a mistake or feeling guilty, and there's a tense in his voice.
"what's the sorry for?" i'm started to worry.
"first, because i can come today.." he trailed.
"it's okay. we can meet tommorow. i'm free." i'm relax a bit, "what's the second?"
"second.." he sounds hesitated, "i've to break up with you, i'm getting married." he said it fast.
huh, what??! do i hear correctly? i've got shock i almost dropped my phone.
"what??! w-when??h-how?? you're kidding right?" i stuttered.
i can hear he's taking a deep breath, "i'm sorry. i met her 5 months ago, and i fell for her. one thing leads to others. last night she accept my proposal. we'll getting married on June." he said it with one breath.
WTF!!! i'm speechless. i lose mu voice, my brain's numb, my heart's stopped. i tried to find a grip and lean on the closest bench.
-june?? wait a minute-
"june? what date?" i yelled/whispered.
he's not answer it. he just breathing deep.
"WHEN JAMIE??ANSWER ME, GOD DAMMIT!!!" i started to scream.
"june 7th" he said so slow, i almost barely heard it.
-WHAT???HOW COULD HE??!!!!-
No one speak for moments, then Jamie break off the silence,
"I'm sorry, Ken. i dont meant to hurt you." he sound generous, buy i cant -wont- believe it. i gain my strength, and try to sound strong and tough. DONT CRY. DONT CRY. DONT CRY. i kept repeated it.
"i dont know what to say, the only thing that slight in my mind is just to say 'THANK YOU SO MUCH. YOUR WEDDING WILL BE THE BEST AND THE GREATEST BIRTHDAY GIFT EVER IN MY WHOLE LIFE.HOPE YOU'LL HAPPY!!!" FEEL THE SARCASM!!!
I shut my phone, and just sitting on the bench and analized my situation. here's the conclusion:
-i've been dump by my boyfriend by phone when i'm waiting the bus to met him and he's getting married on my bitrhday. WOW...MY LOVE LIFE JUST GREAT!!!-
-end of flashback-
i'm thinking what i should replied -or, do i really need to replied him?-. i'm too deep in thought i dont realizing that the door was opened and someone is in the room.
"feeling better?" a deep voice startled me. i looked across the door as he swith the light. he's quite tall, around 6.3", lean body, quite build but not too bulk, tan skin. black hair, dark brown (almost black) eyes, strong jaw. he's looks like mix between asian and hispanic. all i could say is : SEXY!!he's leaning by the wall, arms cross front the chest like he own the place (hmm..maybe he really own this place). he's looking me up and down, checking out my body. he smirk and raising an eyebrow not stopping gazing on my body. i follow his gaze and i realised that: I'M STANDING IN FRONT OF STRANGER IN (PROBABLY) HIS ROOM ONLY IN MY UNDIES...
teeeehheeee...AWESOME...-note the sarcasm people-
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