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Scene eight

- CHAPTER EIGHT -

"Ugh." I groan my head pounding as I blink my eyes open into the bright, too bright room.

What the fuck? I look around the room rubbing my eyes wincing as I sit up recognizing the room.

I'm at Ethen's place.

shielding my eyes from the sun I get out of the bed trying to figure out how I got here. Honestly the last thing I remember from last night was walking into the party but the rest of it is kind of a blur. Looking down I realize that I'm only wearing my shirt from last night but everything hurts too much right now for me to care. I take my phone out of my bra just checking the time as I walk to the door.

Opening the door I walk into the hallway of Ethen's familiar apartment and walk down the stairs to the kitchen where I think all the noise is cloning from. I follow the low noise of a television into the kitchen where Ethan and Keeley are both eating breakfast.

"Finally, I thought you would never wake up." Keeley jokes a grin on her face and I wince bringing my hands to my temples.

"Everything hurts." I croak and Ethen chuckles.

"There's aspirin in that cabinets," He points and I trudge over to the cabinet grabbing the bottle before pouring myself a glass of water. I sit down next to Ethen on one of the stools and place my phone next to me.

"So how does it feel to be famous?" Ethan asks sliding over a plate of pancakes while I swallow the pills.

"Famous?" I choke setting the glass down and he smirks before pointing to the television on the wall across from us.

"You're everywhere." Keeley comments grabbing the remote from next to her and turning on the tv as I take a bite out of a pancake. It turns onto Daily Celeb News one of those celebrity news shows.

Before I can say anything to either one of them my face flashes onto the screen next to one of their anchors and my mouth drops open.

"Who is this mystery girl?" The anchor asks with a smile on her face.

"Sources have identified her as nineteen year old Victoria Morgen. She was first spotted walking out of the popular Mateos earlier yesterday with heartthrob Brandon Easton, we were only able to get a few shots of her before they disappeared. But to our surprise she appeared again last night only a couple hours later walking out of Brandon's apartment complex where he was supposedly hosting one of his famous parties with none other then our favorite bad boy Blaze Anderson."

"What the hell?" I spurt out my hands pressing in the cold counter as I try and take everything in. When did they take those photos? And more importantly when was I with Blaze yesterday night?

"Care to explain?"

"You were with Blaze Anderson!"

Keeley and Ethen say at the exact same time making me cringe back into my stool.

"Everything from or about last night is all a blur, even if I wanted to explain what happened I can't." I try. Keeley's face softens and she turns off the television.

"How was your night?" I ask changing the subject and Ethan lets out a loud groan.

"It went like every dinner that we've had for the last two years." He mumbles through mouthfuls of food and I turn to Keeley.

"Are they still bugging you about your major?" I ask and Keeley nods but waves a hand.

"They'll get over it someday."