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know…”
     
    Autumn comes to my rescue and not a minute too soon.
     
    “Hey, Garrison. Thanks for helping my girl. She isn’t having a good night.”
     
    “Yeah I see that.”
     
    “Can you help us to Ryan’s car?”
     
    “Sure.”
     
    He wrapped his arm around me and Autumn was on the other side. They dragged me on my tippy toes and got me loaded in the car.
     
    I mumbled, “Thanks, Garrison.”
     
    “You’re welcome, Reese.” He leaned down and kissed my forehead.
     
    I heard Autumn thank him and then the car door shut.
     
    What a nightmare! Well, I officially went to my first high school party and made a complete fool of myself.
     
    Lovely… Ordinary Reese…
     
    ~ ~ ~
     
    When I wake up the next day I’m in a complete panic. I couldn’t remember anything and most importantly I couldn’t remember getting home or texting my mom.
     
    My mouth felt like something had died in it and I was remembering quickly why. Autumn was passed out cold next to me snoring louder than a freight train. We were both fully dressed in what we wore last night.
     
    What is that horrible smell? I look down and see dried vomit on my shirt. Disgusting!
     
    “Autumn…”
     
    “Damn it, Reese. I’m still tired, let me sleep.”
     
    “Did you text Mom last night?”
     
    “Yes, I did after I dragged your ass in here and picked up your vomit AGAIN all over my floor.”
     
    “Thank God.”
     
    “I feel like a Mack truck hit me. Never again will I drink.”
     
    “Yeah, I would recommend against that too. You were a real mess. Sick as a dog.”
     
    “It all feels like a nightmare to me. Where is my phone?”
     
    She felt around under her pillow and handed it to me.
     
    There were two missed texts.
     
    Cannon: Where did you go?
     
    Garrison: I hope you made it home okay. Text me.
     
    I lay staring at the ceiling thinking of how to respond. I wished I could erase it all.
     
    Cannon didn’t even know I was gone so I sure wasn’t going to worry about texting him back.
     
    Reese: Sorry, Garrison, I didn’t text you last night. I fell asleep after getting sick. I hope you didn’t worry. Thanks for helping Autumn get me to the car. I was a mess. So embarrassing.
     
    Garrison: I’m glad you are okay. Doesn’t look like alcohol agrees with you. I don’t care for it either.
     
    Reese: Ha ha. Very funny! I’ll never drink again. Not that I wanted to last night anyway. Peer pressure and that game.
     
    Garrison: Been there, done that.
     
    Reese: I feel like hell this morning!
     
    Garrison: Hopefully it will pass. Maybe we can hang out one day…
     
    OMG he is asking me to hang out!!!!
     
    Garrison: Or not?
     
    Garrison: Are you alive?
     
    Reese: I would love to hang out sometime! Sorry I had a call.
     
    Liar.
     
    Garrison: TTYL then.
     
    Reese: TTYL. Thanks again for checking on me.
     
    What made him care? And why? But it did feel good. The guy who was supposed to be my date didn’t even notice I left. Not to mention in the time I went to the bathroom to the time Autumn helped me out he had already moved on to another girl. I’m confused…

Chapter 4
     
    Garrison
    Reese is a girl that has made me feel emotions I had never felt. Not only happy emotions but bad ones too. Just seeing her and knowing she has a crush on asswipe kills me. He was born a douche bag and only grew into a bigger one. I knew it and he knew it but for whatever reason half the girl population at Comal High thought he was a God. We were finally seniors and he was known for preying on any girls that looked good, seemed innocent and gave him a chance. The more infatuated they were with him the better. I preferred to call them more his victims then his adventures.
     
    I already was running behind and frustrated. I hate to be late to anything. I had to make a stop at the counselor’s office to check in. They knew what was going on at my house and tried to give me support. Ms. Johnson always looked at me with sad eyes. Not