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I groaned and rubbed my eyes until my surroundings were clear. I wasn't exactly sure where I was…
I looked around. My bedroom? Silently, I thanked God that I had made it home, even though I wasn't sure how I'd gotten there.
Wow, I actually had on clothes. Not that I was some kind of whore or something, I wasn't. It's just that weirder things have happened in the past.
In the past seventeen years of my life, I've been shot at (with multiples weapons), stabbed, jumped, punched, and kicked. You name it, it's happened! So yes, I expect the unexpected.
School. What time was it? I glanced at my wrist watch. Twelve-thirty. How had I missed four hours of school? Might as well stay home today. There were only three hours left anyhow.
I know what you're thinking. I'm a bad girl who skips school, drinks, and does terribly in school. Well, guess what? You're partially right. But for years I've been saving everyone in this towns' ass from utter destruction. Without me and my sisters, this town would cease to exist. So sometimes I let loose just to release all of the pressure.
I stood up. I looked a wreck. My clothes were wrinkled. I reeked of alcohol. Taking a hot shower would do. I went to the bathroom, stripped off my clothes, and stood in front of the mirror.
That bastard!
There was a hickey on my neck. It was big, purple, and swollen. As I stood there, naked, in front of the mirror, I came to a conclusion. I didn't know what happened last night. That liquor got to me faster than it usually had. God knows what I did or didn't do.
I felt ashamed.
Why did my conscience interfere now? I never felt bad about doing anything in the past. Maybe my period was due.
That was it.
I stepped into the shower, closed my eyes, and the hot water relaxed my whole body. I squeezed a cap-full of Blossom's strawberry shampoo over my head.
How does she go on everyday smelling like a fruit?
I poured strawberry shower gel all over my body. After that, I just stood under the water. As loose and limber as my body felt, my mind was cemented on Ol' Forest Eyes. I could still see the luminosity in those eyes.
Too bad that was all I remembered form last night.
I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a clean towel.
That damn hickey was still there! And it looks bigger than before! I'd ask Bubbles for some of that concealer she uses. Yeah… then no one would see it, and I could forget about it. I could forget him.
Dripping wet, I tip-toed to my room, just in case the Professor was home. I glanced at the clock. One-fifteen. I put on my clothes.
With a sigh, I laid on my bed. I grasped my pillow and held it tight. One part of me needed to know what we did. If I have a massive hickey on my neck, what else could we have done? The other part of me wanted to know why I was still thinking of this guy…
I wanted to crawl in a whole and DIE.
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"Buttercup!"
Bam!
I shot up and hit my head. "What the hell is it now?!" I massaged my temple. That hurt like a mother…
Blossom burst through the door. "The Mayor called! The RowdyRuff Boys are robbing the Diamond Duplex and-" she stopped. "Are you okay? What's that on your neck?"
"Give me a sec!" I threw her out of my room and locked the door.
"We have to go!" Blossom whined. "Whatever you're doing, stop so we can leave!"
I panicked. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't let her nor Bubbles see this monstrosity on my neck! Then they'd charge at me with questions. I had no choice but to pull up my collar and took off.
I caught up with my sisters. Blossom was leading the way as usual. Bubbles was following right behind her.
I sighed. We dealt with these bastards at least twice a week. They were never up for a fair fight.
Brick used mind tricks on Blossom that would turn her mind upside down. He'd test her intelligence using his twisted, psychotic schemes. Boomer would trick Bubbles with sweetness. I guess he knew that Bubbles couldn't resist an innocent face. God knows how she fell for it every time.
And Butch. I almost gagged. He wasn't your average muscle head. He was the strength of the three. Like me, he acted before he thought; the one thing we have in common.
We landed in the bank and scanned the area. Nothing. There was hundred-dollar bills scattered all over the place. I wanted to reach down and pick up a couple of bills, but I knew that wasn't what we'd came here for.
"Bubbles and I will check downstairs," my sisters disappeared from sight.
"Wherever you are, be a man and come out!" I looked around. I stepped over the glass on the floor and tip toed to the window.
THUMP.
I found myself pinned against the cold, impenetrable wall. Something had hurled me against it.
Someone had hurled me against the wall.
I froze. My body went limp. I couldn't blink, I couldn't breathe. Those beautiful pair of eyes from the previous night were staring back at mine.
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