=-=-Chapter One-=-=
"Heather?" My boyfriend was knocking on the bathroom door. "What's wrong,
are you okay? Heather?"
"Yeah..." I swallowed thickly and that was a mistake. I threw up some more,
kneeling on the floor, feeling like I was dying.
"Heather?" He knocked some more and I just wanted him to go away.
I washed my face and rinsed my mouth out, hoping it was over because there
wasn't anything left in my stomach. All the Chinese food we'd had for our
little romantic dinner had come up. That had been his idea and I hoped
Brandon would leave, but of course he wouldn't. He was in love and he
wanted sex, probably. I'd made him wait all week and now he was here and I
was sick, how sexy was that?
Ordinarily I looked pretty good, but my blonde hair was damp with sweat and
matted to my neck and forehead. My blue eyes were watery and red. I'd made
a little mess on my brand new blouse, there went sixty bucks down the drain
as I tried to wash out the stains, standing there like an idiot in my
bra. It wasn't even a real one, just a sexy sheer lace bra so my nice round
boobs jiggled half out of it as I scrubbed. My skirt was askew and a mess,
but that hardly mattered. I was a train wreck anyway; twenty minutes of
puking will do that to a twenty year old girl.
"Hey. Are you okay? You need anything? You want to lie down?" He was right
there when I opened the door, naturally. It was his place, but I'd sort of
forgotten that.
"Yeah." I nodded, "I wanna lie down."
Standing up was making me sick again and I let Brandon bring me to his
bed. He was a good looking guy and people said we made a cute couple, me
being pretty and he being, well, Brandon was pretty too, actually. It was a
match made in heaven. I knew he was serious about me, too serious, and I
liked him, but I wasn't ever going to love him. I hadn't told him that, of
course, but I would eventually, more than likely when I found another guy I
liked a little better. Or maybe not even that long as I had someone in mind
already. I wasn't a total bitch. I mean that's what people do, and I wasn't
lying to him or leading him on. He got full backstage access to my body, so
he didn't have anything to complain about anyway.
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