Party Hangover.

Sia's POV.

I had too much to drink, seeing I woke up in my room, under my own sheets, dressed in clothes I definitely didn't pick. My head throbbed like a drum solo, and my tongue felt sharp. I sat up slowly, groaning, and that’s when I noticed the bracelet.

A thin silver chain wrapped around my wrist, delicate and unfamiliar. One that certainly didn't belong to me.

“What is this?” I thought to myself.

The memory returned like a slap.

“Ugh,” I groaned, pressing my palm to my forehead. “That jerk!”

I drank too much to forget him but I couldn’t take off the way he pulled me close to him and kissed me deeply, more than I could ever think of.

I bet Amy was even more messed up than I was. Could she have brought me home? I grabbed my phone and immediately called her.

She picked up, groggy. “It’s 7 in the morning, girl. I need my sleep”

“Who drove me home last night?”

Amy groaned. “You can’t remember? It was Richard. I figured you were with him after Knight turned you down.

“Richard?”

“Yes. You caused a little scene. I was too wasted to remember much but... yeah, Richard got us both back safely.”

“What kind of scene?” I demanded.

“I don’t know, babe. It wasn't too much of a deal.” she mumbled. “Let me sleep.”

And she hung up. I stared at the bracelet again, frowning. Did he put the bracelet on me then?

What kind of game was he playing? Did he tell Amy that Knight turned me down?

I sighed, my mind kept replaying the kiss in my head. It never stopped.

After a long bath and even longer time trying to tame my hair, I finally got dressed and headed to class. As I walked across campus, my eyes scanned the students. Everything looked... normal. No one stared at me or made weird moves. It was just a normal day in my life except the thoughts of Richard kissing me. So maybe my scene hadn’t been that dramatic or no one cared. Still, I wasn’t exactly proud.

I slid into English class right before the professor walked in and that’s when I saw Richard.

Sitting two rows behind me and staring, smiling creepily too. Since when did he take English?

He kept staring, smirked and winked.

What was wrong with him?

I whipped my gaze away and accidentally met Knight’s eyes instead. My stomach flipped. I smiled... but he didn’t smile back. He just looked away, like I was a stranger. I always was anyway, still didn't change the fact that I was in love with him.

Knight was always like that. Distant, kind in a vague, uninterested way. He was the golden boy. The sweet, quiet type who never noticed everyone around him except hockey. He was stealthy in a beautiful kind of way that makes him hot whenever he's on the rink.

Richard was no different either, they were both the coach’s sons and somehow I only knew Knight and only loved him. Now he's smug, annoying and impossible to ignore.

When class ended, I barely made it to the hallway before Richard caught up with me.

“You could at least say thank you,” he said casually.

“For what?” I asked, crossing my arms.

“For carrying you home. You were like a feisty drunk gremlin. Cute and dangerous too.”

He said, that smirk spread across his face again.

I narrowed my eyes. “You may have fooled everyone else, Richard. But not me. Are you always a jerk or you’ve just grown that attitude?”

“Don't get judgy. I may not be as famous as your crush is, but at least I don't kiss someone just anyhow.”

“Watch your mouth! And I thought you were Knight, I never knew it was you. I still can't get it off my head.”

He leaned closer. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“None of your business, stop following me.”

“I can't”

“How many girls have you kissed pretending to be Knight?” I snapped.

He chuckled. “You’re cute when you’re clueless.”

“Go away.”

“Come to our party this weekend.”

“Why? So you can kiss me again? I'm not interested.”

“You’ll be there.” He winked again, walking backward with that annoying grin.

“I won’t!”

“You will. I’ll see you there, Princess.”

Princess?

“What gives you the right to call me princess?” I stormed towards him, my finger pointed to his face.

“You sure do enjoy talking to me, uh?” He said, his eyes locked onto me.

I realized I was too close to him and quickly pulled back.

“You just piss me off so much that I could almost punch you.”

“Yeah, right. See ya later princess.” He turned back and left. I watched him leave, his perfect body shape taking over my thoughts.

“Get it together, Sia. He's just his brother's shadow and you're in love with someone else. Richard can't possibly be in love with you.”

“Hey! Found you.” A voice interrupted. I turned to see Daniel, my English Professor’s assistant. “Mr Chris wants to see you in his office right now. Been looking for you.”

I nodded and went straight to his office. I knocked and didn't wait for an answer. Mr Chris’s eyes scanned my body, I clutched my bag in my hands.

“Sit.” He ordered. I obeyed, wondering why he called.

“Daniel said you asked to see me.” I began, hoping he'd get straight to the point.

“Yes, I did.” He stood from his chair and walked towards me. “Do you know how insensitive it is to not know why I called you here?”

“Um… I honestly don't know what you're talking about, Mr Chris. Can you just let me know what it is?”

He smiled, his eyes trailing my body.

“I'm sorry, Mr Chris but that's inappropriate.” I protested.

“It wasn't when you sent me this text.” He pulled out his phone and showed me the text that said, “Can I come babysit you tonight, Mr Chris. I love the way you teach English too.”

I scoffed, amused. “What? I was at the mask party yesterday. What makes you think I'll send this kind of text? Must be someone playing a trick on you.”

“You mean I'm wrong about this?” He showed me a pile of filthy texts.

“I really didn't send those texts, Mr Chris.”

“Show me your phone then.” He barked.

“I can't, I have private things in there.” I grumbled.

“Or you're scared to show them to me. Come on, let's stop playing games and undress. I have less time on my hands.”

“Mr Chris! I am not going to watch you disrespect me like that.” I said and stood, walking out the door.

He grabbed me roughly, I pushed him back and he fell to the ground. I ran out of the office and found Amy.

“You came late! Mr Chris…. Mr…” I stammered, trying to catch my breath.

“He tried to touch you and fake a text that you sent them?” Amy said almost immediately.

“What? You know?”

“Well, he does that to get the girls in college. Guess you're the victim for the week.”

“Why didn't you warn me about that!?”

“You do not look like his type. I didn't think it'd be necessary.”

“Amy!”

“What? Have you seen Knight today?” She asked.

“No! I need to catch my breath. I was almost traumatized there.”