(Book One) Do you ever feel as if your life has yet to begin? I've been alive for almost seventeen years now and absolutely nothing has ever happened to me. Not until I met a girl who kick-started my life. She introduced me to love, sex, scandal, ex...
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Saturday
I wake up to a bright beam of light streaming from the window and into my eyes. The sun is too low and bright. I get the discombobulating feeling I've been asleep way too late. I throw my covers off and search my bed for my phone. It's no longer on my pillow or in my sheets but lying on my floor face down. I flip it over. Ari still hadn't responded to my text. The time flashes across the screen and I leap out of bed.
"Oh, no, oh, no, oh no." I chide myself in a panic.
It's already after one. My mother must have let me sleep in. I run over to my closet, grab a pair of jeans, and a shirt. Then I race to the bathroom across the hall. I don't bother showering but brush my teeth and splash some water over my face. I race back across the hallway. I grab my keys and my phone. I make my way towards the door and about to open it when my mother calls for me from the dining room.
"Honey, where are you going?"
I'd forgotten I was grounded. She'd only let me go to Prom because it was Prom. I wasn't supposed to leave or doing anything fun without a permission letter and a detailed dossier of where and why I was going. She would not approve of where I was going or why.
"The library." I lie and then I run out of the house.
She manages to squeeze out one question right as the door closes behind me. I didn't technically hear the question, at least not the full question, therefore I don't have to answer it. I am going to be in some much trouble later. I climb into my car, start the engine, and peel off down the driveway into the street.
I arrive at Ari's house a little after 1:30 PM. She hasn't responded to any of my text, but I'd let her know I was coming ten minutes before I'd arrived. I go over the script in my head as I walk up to the front door of her house.
Kris and Katie were right. I didn't have proof, I didn't know all the details, but it didn't have to stop me from at least making her aware. I also needed to apologize profusely. And most of all I needed her to know what had happened wasn't her fault. Ari had gone through much in the couple months I'd known her. More then I'd experienced in a lifetime.
