Imperfection. - C H A P T E R S E V E N - ------------------------
- C H A P T E R S E V E N -
has a subconscious way of reminding us of events and
situations that we may have made an effort to
forget. Sometimes we purposefully make a decision to
do something that will alter our memories, or give us a
certain type of 'high' - such as consuming alcohol.
Alcohol takes away all better judgement within our
minds and makes us do or say things that we normally would
not, simply because we don't know any better. However,
they say that a drunken mans words are a sober mans
I rolled over to a bright stream of sunlight coming through
my window, and one of the most painful headaches I have
ever experienced. Groaning, I pulled my blankets over my
head. Wait. My window? My blankets? I sat up and looked
around. I was in my room, which was not where I was expecting
to be after the party. Not that, at that particular point in
time, I could remember much at all. The clock on my bedside
table read 11:17 and I wondered why my mother had let me
sleep in for so long. I closed my eyes and tried to think
back to the night before. I remembered arriving, then Rosalie
left Serena and I on our own… Serena. Images of Serena and Jay
flashed across my mind, and then the boy that I had attempted
to hook up with as a rebound. I realised I didn't even
know his name. I put my clothes back on and went back out to
the party… and that's when I started drinking. I
got out of bed and went over to the mirror - I looked like a
wreck. I noticed something sticking out of the ribbon around
my waist. A piece of paper. I took it out, opened it and had
a look. There was what appeared to be a phone number, then
the words "call me", a small heart, and a name.
Matthew. I decided that must have been the name of the boy. I
had stayed with him the whole night, he must have taken me
home. Although how he knew where I lived was another mystery.
I went to take a shower, to get rid of the combined smell of
alcohol and vomit, and to come out the rats nest that was my
hair. After a good forty minutes, I went back into my room
and sat on my bed in my towel. I took a deep breath and tried
to sort through my thoughts. Obviously Jay was not a very
good person, if he was making out and who knows what else
with my best friend. But then again, obviously my best friend
isn't a very good person either. Tears threatened to
spill out of my eyes so I decided to stop thinking about it
for now. I reached for my phone. Seven text messages and four
missed calls. All from Rosalie. All the messages basically
said to "call me back as soon as you get this". So
that's exactly what I did.
"Kaela! Kaela I need to tell you something I saw!"
this was how Rosalie answered the phone.
"Rose, I know. I saw it too."
There was a shocked pause. "As in, Serena and..
And.." she trailed off, clearly not wanted to finish the
"Yes, Serena and Jay. I saw them, and I'm okay with
it, don't worry about it." I knew that she
wouldn't realise that I was lying through my teeth, as
Serena would have if the situation was reversed.
"Oh.. Oh, okay. Well, I have to go. We have visitors. I
just thought you should know," Rosalie was clearly
confused about my apparent lack of interest in the matter.
"Okay Rose. Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye!" Rosalie said and hung up the phone.
Now to start on my revenge.
-Chapter seven, a bit boring but next chapter will be better, I
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