Imperfection. - C H A P T E R S E V E N - ------------------------

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Our brain 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 thoughts.

 

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 sentence.

"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.