Hitchin' A Life, chapter 22
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The next day when I arrived at school, I was greeted with an extremely friendly face. Justin had already got my books ready for 1st class. I got them from the desk he had put them on, and began to walk to class. On the way, I saw Brendan, holding hands with this girl. Now, some normal people would just chuck a hissy fit at the sight of this, but I just walked on calmly, not bothering to stop and stare. Brendan got really frustrated.
"GEE, NAT, I CANT BELIEVE I HADN'T MET YOU EARLIER!" he semi-screeched, trying to grab my attention and making me jealous. Instead, Natalie approached me.
"Hi Eliza, I've been meaning to ask, have you thought about," Natalie said. She didn't have time to finish what she was saying, because Brendan pulled her away, and dragged her down the hallway.
"What's all that about?" Justin asked me as we entered the classroom.
"Just an ex attempting to get a revenge."
I closed the front door behind me, and chucked my bag at the foot of the stairs.
"Hello?" I called out. There was no answer.
"Mike must be out," I thought, as I checked the message machine.
"You have one new message," it said in a mono-tone.
"...Hi, this is Natalie Grews, umm...this is a message for Eliza. Sorry about earlier today. Just rang to apologize, see you at school tomorrow!"
O...kay...
I grabbed the phone and took it and my bag upstairs. I dialed Justin's number.
"...Hello?" Justin answered.
"Hi!"
"Hi, what's up?"
"The ceiling. You?"
"Same."
"Hey listen, do you wanna do something tonight?"
"Yeah sure, where do you want to go?"
"Well, where do you want to go?"
"...Don't worry, I know a great place we can go."
"Sure! What is it?"
"Don't worry, come to my house at about, say, 7:30?"
"Yeah, alright."
"See you at my house!"
-Later that Day-
I arrived at Justin's house at 7:30 on the knocker.
"Hi," he greeted me with.
"Hi," I responded.
"Come in," he said, holding the door open for me.
I walked into his house and went into in to his room with him.
"I've just got to grab my jacket and then we'll go."
"Okay, just one question, where are we actually going?"
"Ah, well, that's a surprise..."
"Right..."
We left the house and walked down the street.
The next morning, I woke up, lying face down on the sofa in Justin's room. I jerked up and looked around. I saw Justin lying on his bed, face down, looking almost lifeless, but breathing heavily in his sleep. I picked up my phone and checked the time. 10:21am. SHIT. The phone beeped, and a missed call list came up. 12 missed calls. All from the same number. Mike's number. That can't be good. I rang message bank and listened to about 9 messages he left me, sounding more possessively annoyed with every message. I felt a fear inside me and went over to Justin.
"Hey..." I said.
"...What?" he replied, like a sloth.
"What did we do last night?" I asked.
"I dunno...what's the time?"
"10:23am."
"WHAT?!" he yelled, sitting up.
"Please! If anyone yells again, my brains will explode come out my nose and I'll die..."
"What do you mean again?"
"Just listen," I said to him, handing him my phone.
Justin listened to the messages, his face getting paler each message.
"...Shit..." he said softly.
"I better ring him," I said to him, looking up Mike's number.
"Okay, good luck..."
"Thanks," I said, and went to dial Mike's number on the home phone.
*Justin's POV*
"What did we do last night?....crap I hope it wasn't anything bad...there might be some photos on my phone, I'll check..." I thought to myself, and picked up my phone. I browsed into My Images and looked at the photos we took last night. God! How much alcohol did we drink? We look pretty smashed...but that's natural. What I need to know was did anything...happen? I hope not. If something did happen, I can kiss my ass goodbye.
*My POV*
I hung up the phone and went back into Justin's room, letting out a long sigh.
"What happened?" he asked me.
"Well...at first he was really angry, then he was relieved that I was okay, now he wants me home so we can have a 'discussion."
"Okay, I'll get changed and then I'll go home with you."
"Thanks."
"GEE, NAT, I CANT BELIEVE I HADN'T MET YOU EARLIER!" he semi-screeched, trying to grab my attention and making me jealous. Instead, Natalie approached me.
"Hi Eliza, I've been meaning to ask, have you thought about," Natalie said. She didn't have time to finish what she was saying, because Brendan pulled her away, and dragged her down the hallway.
"What's all that about?" Justin asked me as we entered the classroom.
"Just an ex attempting to get a revenge."
I closed the front door behind me, and chucked my bag at the foot of the stairs.
"Hello?" I called out. There was no answer.
"Mike must be out," I thought, as I checked the message machine.
"You have one new message," it said in a mono-tone.
"...Hi, this is Natalie Grews, umm...this is a message for Eliza. Sorry about earlier today. Just rang to apologize, see you at school tomorrow!"
O...kay...
I grabbed the phone and took it and my bag upstairs. I dialed Justin's number.
"...Hello?" Justin answered.
"Hi!"
"Hi, what's up?"
"The ceiling. You?"
"Same."
"Hey listen, do you wanna do something tonight?"
"Yeah sure, where do you want to go?"
"Well, where do you want to go?"
"...Don't worry, I know a great place we can go."
"Sure! What is it?"
"Don't worry, come to my house at about, say, 7:30?"
"Yeah, alright."
"See you at my house!"
-Later that Day-
I arrived at Justin's house at 7:30 on the knocker.
"Hi," he greeted me with.
"Hi," I responded.
"Come in," he said, holding the door open for me.
I walked into his house and went into in to his room with him.
"I've just got to grab my jacket and then we'll go."
"Okay, just one question, where are we actually going?"
"Ah, well, that's a surprise..."
"Right..."
We left the house and walked down the street.
The next morning, I woke up, lying face down on the sofa in Justin's room. I jerked up and looked around. I saw Justin lying on his bed, face down, looking almost lifeless, but breathing heavily in his sleep. I picked up my phone and checked the time. 10:21am. SHIT. The phone beeped, and a missed call list came up. 12 missed calls. All from the same number. Mike's number. That can't be good. I rang message bank and listened to about 9 messages he left me, sounding more possessively annoyed with every message. I felt a fear inside me and went over to Justin.
"Hey..." I said.
"...What?" he replied, like a sloth.
"What did we do last night?" I asked.
"I dunno...what's the time?"
"10:23am."
"WHAT?!" he yelled, sitting up.
"Please! If anyone yells again, my brains will explode come out my nose and I'll die..."
"What do you mean again?"
"Just listen," I said to him, handing him my phone.
Justin listened to the messages, his face getting paler each message.
"...Shit..." he said softly.
"I better ring him," I said to him, looking up Mike's number.
"Okay, good luck..."
"Thanks," I said, and went to dial Mike's number on the home phone.
*Justin's POV*
"What did we do last night?....crap I hope it wasn't anything bad...there might be some photos on my phone, I'll check..." I thought to myself, and picked up my phone. I browsed into My Images and looked at the photos we took last night. God! How much alcohol did we drink? We look pretty smashed...but that's natural. What I need to know was did anything...happen? I hope not. If something did happen, I can kiss my ass goodbye.
*My POV*
I hung up the phone and went back into Justin's room, letting out a long sigh.
"What happened?" he asked me.
"Well...at first he was really angry, then he was relieved that I was okay, now he wants me home so we can have a 'discussion."
"Okay, I'll get changed and then I'll go home with you."
"Thanks."
