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I woke up to the high pitched ring of my alarm clock. I immidiatly reached for it and threw it on the floor. The ringing stopped. Thank god. I had a huge hang over. I got in last night at around 3 am. My head was pounding and the damn clock wasn't helping at all.

I pushed myself up on my elbows and looked around my room. Was is monday already? Fuck. How could a weekend pass by so quickly? Whatever. I swung my legs over the side of my bed and walked over to my closet. I picked up a freshly dry-cleaned school uniform. I looked over at my alarm clock, now on the floor, and realized I had about 15 minutes to get to school.

I skipped my shower and dressed quickly. I ran in to my bathroom putting on what make up could and brushed out my long silky brown hair and pulled it into a high ponytail. I ran out of my room as fast as i could, grabbing my Gucci book bag on my way out. I made my way down the stairs quietly and swiftly. If my mom saw me she would make me late by battering me with questions about how Olivia's 'Welcome to New York' party was. I didn't want to talk about it.

Sure, last night was fun. But the whole night while me, Brooke, Brandon, Alex, Cassandra and Olivia (our guest of honor) were drinking and having fun in the VIP booth, I had to sit there and watch Cassandra give several drunken lap dances to Alex. I felt like I was going to throw up, and not from the alcohol. And plus, Brandon was making extra effort to loosen me up. He knew I was tense because of Alex and decided to use it to his advatage. He was the only one who knew because, unfortunatly, at Alex's birthday party last year, I was depressed and I gushed my feelings to anyone who would listin, and that happend to be Brandon. Me and my stupidity.

When I made my way down from our penthouse and through the lobby, I saw a black limo waiting out side. I walked up to it and the window rolled down. It was Brandon. Shit.