we all have a favourite book that we can read over and over again without losing interest in it. although we know exactly what the storyline is, and how it all comes crashing down, we still choose to read it once more.
why?
maybe it's the way we ge...
a/n i know this chapter is stupid but i just needed a way to introduce a few people 😂
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cassie's pov
a couple of hours later i woke up from my nap, checking the time to see that it was 7:00pm. i rolled over off my bed and onto the floor, laying there for a few minutes. is there anything worth doing tonight?
i decided that i should go out for a drink. yes i know, not the best idea, but it's a bit of fun isn't it? i'm not looking for anyone to hook up with becuase that never ends well. just one drink. . . or a few more because i can never stick to one
i got up and got into the shower washing myself and my hair, and later got out, wrapping a towel around myself. i put one around my hair and walked into my room to find something to wear. i picked out a short black lace dress with laced sleeves
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i sat in front of my mirror with all my makeup and hair stuff. am i supposed to do hair or makeup first? am i supposed to do those before getting dressed? oh well
i took my hair out of the towel and started to dry it with a hair dryer. once i'd finished, i used my curlers to loosely curl my hair, and pushed it back to apply my makeup.
yes i know, i said i hated wearing makeup, but what's the point in dressing up if you're not gonna wear makeup? i'm no professional at this so i have no idea what i'm doing
i managed to create a nice glitter eyeshadow with winged eyeliner and false eyelashes. i paired this with matte burgundy lipstick and put highlight in the necessary places. the final result wasn't actually that bad, and i was pretty proud of it. well done me.
i stood in front of my mirror and tried to get a mirror selfie like most people do when they go out. i tried multiple different poses, took them with flash and without flash. how do girls do this? scrap that. i don't need i picture.
i put some simple black heels on and got my bag, putting my phone and some money into it, and headed off
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i'd been here about 20 minutes and i'd had 3 drinks. i'm not really sure how much the alcohol had affected me since i'm here alone and i have no one to go crazy with, but i'm usually drunk pretty fast. i grabbed a third drink which was for free since it was 'happy hour' - happy hour was supposed to end 2 hours ago, so the bartender must be as drunk as everyone else
i drank some of my drink, taking it with me to the bathrooms since it was too loud here. as i drank more, i felt a familiar rush through my head, causing me to slightly lose my balance but i managed to stay standing.
i made my way into the bathrooms where the music wasn't as loud and the smell of alcohol wasn't as strong. but sat in the corner beside the sinks was a girl in a red sleeveless dress, with a slightly tanned complexion and long dirty blonde beach waves cascading around her down to her waist. her head was in her hands and she was crying.
i walked over to her, slightly stumbling, and sat beside her against the germ-ridden wall, keeping my drink in my hand.
"hey what's wrong?" i asked/kinda slurred. my throat tingled slightly as i spoke
she lifted her head to reveal her diamond blue eyes which were slightly bloodshot from crying, and her rosy cheeks. she sniffled before speaking, "i lost my shoe!" she cried, and i looked down to see that she was only wearing one shoe, the other being no where in sight
next thing i know, i'm sat on the floor crying with the girl who i found to be called amelia. who knew a missing shoe could be so tragic
a little while later another girl stumbled into the toilets. she was wearing a black skirt paired with a black net shirt over a bralette. she was fairly pale with dark brown eyes and straight chocolate brown hair reaching just past her shoulders.
"HEY WHY ARE YOU CRYING I WANNA JOIN IN" she shouted after immediately noticing us, and she ran/fell towards us, landing at our feet and she suddenly started bawling.
one of the bathroom stall doors opened, and out came a girl who, quite funnily, was also crying. when did she get in there?
she had rosy cheeks (im guessing from crying) which complemented her bright blue eyes, and light blonde hair which was also just past her shoulders. although it looked like she'd been crying the most out of all of us, she still looked pretty. and by the looks of it, she'd spilt her drink down her clothes
"if yous are crying, i may as well join" she sniffed, coming to sit with us and cried
"why are you crying?" i asked, wiping my eyes
"i can't remember!" she sobbed, and continued to cry more
i learnt that the brunette was called lexi, and the blonde was called becca. together, we're a huge mess. we're crying friends. we're toilet buddies
