Aaliyah
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Aaliyah cringed at the sound of the drizzle on her umbrella. Water was never her favorite thing, since her little sister, Anya, drowned years ago. She closed her eyes, and reached into her pocket, pulling out her ipod and sticking the plugs in her ears, and turning it up as high as it could go to drown out the sound of the rain. She held the umbrella just above her head, trying to hide her face from the rest of the world. The face that now bore a large bruise on her cheek, and 6 small stitches over her eyebrow. Yeah, you could say it was a hard night for her. In the middle of the party, her boyfriend, Jack, had pulled her out and was driving her to his house, when she asked him if she could borrow his phone to call one of her bandmates to let them know where she was, not that it mattered, they were all probably too drunk to notice their absence, anyway. Jack got angry, accusing her of not wanting him, and that's when she smelled it, alcohol on his breath. She remembered trying to take the wheel when he punched her in the face. They swerved and crashed into a tree. Luckily, when she woke up in the hospital, she only had a concussion and some stitches, and John was no where to be found. After a bit, she got out and began her walk home. Allie didn't bother calling one of the others, walking was fine. Plus, she was positive Sebastian and Lydia were probably hungover, but, she wasn't sure about Ivan, she hadn't seen him before getting pulled out of the fun, so she didn't know if he had been drinking or not.
One of their band's songs that she had downloaded came on her ipod and she began singing quietly to her part. It ended just as she reached Lizzie's Cafe, after her night, Liyah decided she deserved some caffine. She made a beeline for the counter and got a black coffee, then settled down in a cozy corner, and pulled out her cell phone.
Bastian? No way, he probably wasn't in a good mood after his night, no doubt he probably woke up in a room full of naked women, she was pretty sure he wouldn't be happy about leaving the comfort of walking around the house a pair of underwear short of naked to have coffee with a "hippie".
Lydia? She was hungover, too, and Liyah wasn't exactly in the mood to deal with someone who was hungover. She'd get her fill of it when John decided he wanted her to go meet up with him somewhere later today. Plus, did Lydia even like coffee?
She sighed, might as well invite Ivan to this little party. She loved Ivan, sure, but he'd freak out when he saw the stitches and the bruise, and she wasn't ready to tell anyone about John. She quick shot him a text that read: Meet me @ Lizzie's 4 coffee! :)
She snapped her dinosaur of a cell phone shut and rubbed the bruise on her cheekbone gingerly. Tears pricking her eyes, but she held them back, crying can come later, right now, she needed to think of an excuse.