I awake, groaning as soon as I feel the shooting pain my head encounters. I slowly sit up and check my surrounding, my eyes sweeping the empty, yet spacious, plain room. My eyes move to the darkly shaded drapes that are open a little- letting in a tiny bit of light.

I glance down at the king sized bed I lay within, on the most comfortable mattress I've ever laid upon. My body twisted within the gray bed sheets that are wrapped around me messily.

"Where the hell am I?" I groan aloud while dropping my head into to my hands. Just as that sentence leaves my mouth the bedroom door creaks open slowly. The door slams loudly and my head shoots up to view the girl standing there with a huge smirk plastered across her face.

Wait, is this the rude girl from the cafe and banquet last night? Wait, was that last night? I swear it feels like I've been asleep for days now.

"You're up," the girl greets, yelling loudly purposely. I groan out as she continues that smirk.

The human beings that say loud noises and banging sounds are a myth to hangovers are dumbasses because every little sound hurts right now. I'm not even being dramatic enough.

"You're here? Why?" I question curiously moving the sheets from my sore body. She stares at me with raised eyebrows. Maybe offended by how I approached her, which was kinda rude.

"Good morning, and I am here! You're actually in my house and in my bed Alden," she modifies while staring curiously at me as she folds her arms across her chest. I guess she's curious as to what I am doing, which is looking for my bra.

Wait, my bra?

"How do you know...?" I question finally glancing at her trying to rack up everything that occurred last night. The only thing I remember was feeling sorry for myself about dating Sean loser ass!

"I know everything about you," she chuckles while throwing me a bottle of aspirins, which catches me by surprise. I sort of hot potato with the bottle for a bit.

"How—you know what I'm not gonna get into that because it was obviously creepy," I chuckle while still trying to remember what happened last night.

Shit, what did I get myself into last night?

"No, what's creepy is you telling me you are a martian. You also explained how you found your way to earth. I should report you to Area 51," She joke playfully as she leans against the door frame.

"They'll just send me back into the world due to how miserable my life is," I state honestly as I throw my legs over the bed and stare up at the girl.

"I hope not, you have balls dude. The way you kicked shithead in the nuts last night made me feel exotic," she teases but it only leaves me confused. I rub my head and birds nest of hair as I try to remember who "shithead" is.

My mouth forms into an "oh" as small snippets of that moment appear.

"Sean? I kicked Sean in the nuts?" I question shockingly—yet a bit proud.

"Yepp, Carla Esparza. You kicked him to the point where he had to puke," she chuckles while throwing a few punches into the air.

"Oh man, I wonder what tempted me to do that," I chuckle humorously as the girl stares at me with that same huge smirk plastered across her face.

"He fucking deserved it, he's a dick," she insults and I could do nothing but agree. I seriously can't blame the asshole. She throws a few more punches into the air quickly. She's actually pretty good especially with her stance and rapid punches she throws.

"What day is it and what is your name again? I'm sorry but I kinda forgot," I chuckle nervously as I rub the back of my head.

"Kylie Guery, but I prefer Ky because I hate that fucking name," she groans at the idea of her name. I look at her figure and clothing which includes a white sports bra with black loose joggers and white socks. Her pants are pulled down a little revealing Calvin Klein boxers. Her right arm is exposed with tattoos. Her short light brown curly hair all over the place, making her look cuter

"Nice to meet you, I'm Jay Alden, which you already know. We have one thing in common which is we hate Sean Peters!" I explain.

"Yeah I know, seriously can't believe you dated the jerk," she stares truthfully as she shrugs. He wasn't always an asshole. He was once upon a time sweet and caring and affectionate.

"What's the deal with you two? You two had something one night? He disappeared and never called you back?" I question curiously. I just wanna know how we know mutual people.

She chuckles hysterically at my questions and clutches her bare stomach humorously. I stare confused at what's the joke.

"Do you not see me?" She laughs sarcastically as she stares down at her self and then back at me.

"I'm dressed like a male and my haircut kinda screams something. Well, we are in a fucking century where it's okay to have short boyish hairstyles and be totally straight, but that's not the case with me. But to remind you again, I never had sex with him! I'm a lesbian who prefers pussy instead of..."

"Wait, you're g-gay, " I stutter a bit. Here I thought Sean may have cheated on me also with her, but the entire time she's gay? Then why does she hate him so much?

" I don't know, that was the idea when I was born. I've been gay since I was a kid. I officially tested the waters when I was 13," she smirks while pointing her finger at herself. I kinda feel dumb that I was completely oblivious to this because she just pointed out everything I failed to realize.

"So how do you know Sean?" I question curiously.

"God you really are clueless," she chuckles hysterically yet uncomfortably. I'm clueless about a lot of things, like what time is it, what day is it, where the fuck is Mari.

"We all went to high school together," she explains as she leans against the door and stares at me curiously. She stares to see if everything will click but nothing "clicks". I went to school with a lot of people, not just Sean, she's going to have to give me more information than a statement of, "we all went to school together".

"Yeah, I went to school with Sean but not you," I state confused.

"Yeah you did and I also remember your friend Mari. But you probably don't remember me because I was a freshman then and you all were sophomores but you did tutor me one time." Oh, that's why! Wait, I tutored in high school?

"Oh god, I don't remember you!" I pout sadly. Well high school was indeed 6-7 years ago, I mean who could remember faces and names at the age of 23?

"Yeah I was really quiet and shy," she adds carelessly shrugging.

"What changed?" I mumble. She mumbles something lowly and I didn't really hear it nor care.

"What time is it?" I panic. I have to pick up Joe by 11 AM and I know she'll kill me if I'm late because some stupid show comes on today.

" Uh..." She pulls out her phone and presses the unlock button.

"12:52 PM." She soon starts texting while I jump out of the bed. I'm wearing plaid Calvin Klein boxers and a ninja turtle T-shirt. I'm still highly curious as to where my bra disappeared off to. My chest is out in public and I hate it.

"Uh yeah, thought you'll like it since you kept singing teenager mutant ninjas turtles song," she chuckles and her eyes stare directly at my boobs. I clear my throat and shake my head and groan looking for my shoes. I wore heels yesterday and a dress, but I don't see any of that anywhere.

" Uh there's a pair of flip flops right there," She points to the edge of the bed. I quickly slip my feet into them.

"You didn't crop a grope did you?" I raise my eyebrows curiously, slightly horrified. She was just indeed checking me out which made me feel kinda weird, primarily it's because of my chest.

"Woow, you find out I'm a lesbian a few minutes ago and already think I felt you up, " she smirks amused.

"One thing I am not is a homophobe," I clergy and she nods understandably.

"I'm my housekeeper, Lina changed you."

"Nice to know you let a stranger change me," I joke and throw her a playful wink and she chuckles at my weird-sh "changing" behavior.

"Trust me I would have loved to! I just respect a women's wishes. I'm pretty sure you didn't want to get changed by a lesbian, a handsy one at that!"

"Once again, I'm not homophobic. Two we went to school together!" I defend defensively.

"But you didn't remember that a minute ago," she adds which is true but still I would not have minded!

"I know now," I grab my cell and realize I have like 10 missed calls from Mari and 6 from Joe. Shit!

I quickly step out the room.

I open the text from Mari more...like the text-es.

Where the hell are you!? (10:09 PM)

Jay please answer so I can see if you're okay! (10:12 PM)

I'm worried Jay! Pick up the damn phone.(10:15 PM)

Do you not see my calls and texts plus voicemails. (10:16 PM)

If you're ignoring me because I didn't tell you what had me on edge, that's completely idiotic! (10:17 PM)

Picked up Joe because you went M.I.A on us. Call as soon as possible if you receive these! (10:23 PM)

After reading all of those I quickly call her. She answers immediately. "Where the hell have you been! I've been calling you and calling..."

"Look, Mari, I have a headache and my phone is on 3% so this is a risky call! I need you to pick me up from..." I poke my head back into the room.

"What's your address?" I question.

"3213 E. Vulber," I nod. Wow, this is the Snovey Area.

"3213 E. Vulber st," I repeat into the phone.

"What the hell are you doing in the rich white people area! That's where celebrities have summer fucking houses and shit! That's where old people like Mr.Rogers live!"

"Are you done!" I groan into the phone at her black rant. (That's not offensive to black people!)

"30 minutes Jay!" She groans angrily.

"Oh my god, I love you!" I sigh into the phone happily.

"Uh huh! Yeah, be lucky I didn't say an hour on how much you had us worried about..." I hear Joe groan yeah in the background. She's so mad at me right now. The phone soon ends and my screen powers off.

Man! But I'm actually glad it shut off, didn't really want to hear one of her speeches. I slowly walk back in and see Ky texting on her phone.

I clear my throat. She glances up fastly. "You need a ride home?"

"No that's handled."

"Oh well, Lina's preparing lunch-are you hungry?" I nod and she stands from the bed.

"Great my friends are kinda coming over so..."

"Oh just give my friend 30 minutes and she should be here," I groan.

"No I'm not saying hurry up and get the hell out, I'm saying prepare yourself for their ignorance," she grins at me weirdly.

"I'll grab you a pair of sweats and socks, right?"

"That'll be great!" I smile kindly. She rolls her eyes and shoves her phone into her pocket.

"Where is the bathroom?" I ask.

"I would say use this one, but something is wrong with the bathrooms on this end. So go straight and turn to your right then walk about three, yeah I'll just show you," she says as she sees my confused expression. I realized she said bathrooms as in plural! Causing me to wonder how many bathrooms are actually on this end?

"That would be a wonderful help," I smile she nods and guide me and I 'awe' at the beautiful sight of the home.

Yeah, I'm definitely where the rich folks live.