Fleetwood Mac – Seven Wonders

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In the morning, I woke up with a horrible headache. I felt myself so sick and dizzy because of all the alcohol I drunk yesterday. Nausea, shivers, I felt myself so weak that I was shaking. I finally got up and walked up to the mirror. When I saw my reflection, I became speechless. It looks like that after somehow getting in my bedroom last night I went to bed straight away. I didn't even make my bed and change into pajamas. My hair looked like a bird's nest and mascara was all over my face. Who is this girl looking at me? There now, I can't even recognize myself anymore! I quickly went to take a shower, so to bring the old Emily back or at the least brush myself up. God forbid if my mom sees me like this. She will be shocked and is definitely going to shame me. I am already ashamed; I shouldn't have gone to that party. I was so drunk that I couldn't recall what I was doing back then. My sixth sense was telling me that yesterday I didn't behave myself properly. Little by little I started to remember something, but I remembered only a half. I felt sick because of the memories that suddenly appeared. I was so embarrassed because of my behavior. I am sure that soon Jess comes and she will be more than happy to help me recall yesterday's events, and no doubt she will add something from herself. I went downstairs; my parents were sitting in the kitchen and talking about something. At least something was normal, my ordinary morning.

When I got downstairs, I saw my parents having breakfast and discussing something. Both are workaholics. My mom works as a judge and my dad is a Vice President of a large company. When I was a child, adults always asked me "who I want to be when I grow up" and my mother proudly replied, 'a lawyer'.

"Honey, are you okay? Maybe we should call a doctor?" my mom cried out, as she saw me.

Unlike me, my mother always looks good. Regardless of the time of the day, morning or evening, she always looks great. It's probably some kind of talent - always looking perfect. Obviously, I didn't inherit that talent from her.

"I'm fine mom, just a little tired," I mumbled to her, pretending that I have a cold, but not a hang-over.

I had such a bad headache and her yelling won't help me at all. Dad just winked at me. I can't trick him so easily.

"Okay then, I've got to go now, I'm running late already," my mom smiled. She grabbed her bag and headed towards the door.

"Bye mom!" I shouted her back.

It's more likely that I have a bigger resemblance with father than with mother. Dad, unlike my mother, is a simpler person, even though he has a prominent place in the company. Money didn't spoil him; moreover, he achieved everything by himself with his own effort.

"Till evening honey!" my dad said, shifting his gaze on me.

Oh boy, I hate when he looks at me like that. He is going to shame me and will be right to do so, because I am guilty. I started pouring some coffee for myself, pretending to be busy and avoiding eye contact with my dad.

"Looks like you had fun last night, huh?" he asked smiling.

I poured some coffee and sat next to him. I casted my eyes down and looked at the floor. My conscience has woken up, just in time as always. I was sitting next to my dad like on a confession.

"Dad..." I began, but he interrupted me.

"Sweetie, I don't mind you going out and having some fun. Just try another time not to do it so loudly. By the way, your friends ruined a couple of our rose bushes. Why couldn't you just use the front door, Emily?" after hearing that my eyes widened. "He knows everything," I thought to myself.

"Dad, they aren't my friends, I don't even know them," I started making excuses, almost stammering.

I looked at my father and tried to pull a sad face to stir him into pity.

"Yesterday we went with Jess to that stupid party and it was already a mistake," I said.

"Honey, don't make any excuses. Moreover, I don't need to know everything. Just tell me that you didn't do anything illegal?" father asked me.

I wondered on the last word. As I pursed my lips, I knew that I shouldn't make a long pause or else my dad will suspect me of lying.

"No dad," I quickly replied.

I decided to remain silent about weed. Parents shouldn't know about that.

"Well then, I'll go to my office. I have a lot to do today," he said, getting up from the table.

He was about to go when I decided to ask.

"Dad, if you saw those guys last night, why didn't you tell that to mother?" I asked, coming closer to him.

"What? She would have made even a greater show than you did! Furthermore, she could have called police..." my dad replied laughing.

I couldn't resist and laughed along with him. We joked a little bit more about my mother and about what could have happened if she saw those guys. Afterwards, dad went to his office, while I went to my room to wait for Jess. I feel like she won't keep me waiting too long. I decided to forget about what happened yesterday. Thank God, I will never see this company ever again. I also decided not to say anything to my boyfriend Michael. He won't understand me and will be disappointed. Michael is calm and quiet, that's why I don't want to upset him with my stupid behavior.

Very soon, Jess and I are going to study at Stanford University. We decided to rent an apartment together. We didn't want to live in a dorm. It will be much more comfortable to live in apartment. Michael lives in fraternity house, he offered me to live together, but I felt that it's too early for us.

***

After some time, Jess and I went to Stanford. I am going to study at the law faculty and my friend at the medical. We arrived a few days earlier before the studies, so that we could get established in a new home. I asked Michael to help me rearrange my room. Jess and I moved in two-bedroom apartment. It's quite cute: bright kitchen, a cozy living room and two nice bedrooms. Jess of course picked a larger room. My room is little bit smaller, but still nice and bright. In the center of my room we put the bed. I have two bedside tables where I put cute lamps. A desk, bookshelves and a large dresser for my clothes. By the way I had a separate dressing room. We also managed to buy some petty things for our apartment.

Finally, here it is - the first day of studies. Before the first lecture I had time to meet with Michael in the cafe. I was very nervous, after all this is my first day at University. I don't know if I will make new friends. Actually, I am a sociable person. I needed support of my boyfriend. Michael wasn't even worried, as it was his second year.

"You look great as always," Michael said pulling me closer.

We were sitting in a crowded cafe. I started to look around right away; the feeling of awkwardness took me dawn.

"Thank you, I tried to. Today is the first day after all. I'm worried..." I said, a bit drawing away from him.

I am not one of those people who like to show their feelings in public. On the contrary, I don't even like couples who blatantly kiss and hug in public places.

"Come on Emily, don't worry about it! You'll deal with it perfectly," Michael said. Yeah right, it's easy for him to say.

"I'll see you tonight?"

"I doubt that. Today I'll have to take care of the first-year students at fraternity. And then I'll have to prepare for the party..." the guy said, straightening my hair. I pursed my lips and nodded.

"Yes, of course. I just forgot" I replied.

After that we said goodbye to each other and I went on my first lecture. Good thing that I had more time, so I decided to look around the campus. After a little walk, I went to the classroom. There was no one yet, so I took a seat in the front. I heard familiar voices coming from the hallway. Oh no, anything but that! I got up and thought of where I should better hide. Ted and Harry entered the classroom, they were laughing as usual at something. I quickly turned away and tried to hide my face behind my hair. I heard their footsteps approaching me. "Please, just pass by," I prayed to myself, clenching my fists.

"Who do we have here? Our touch-me-not drama queen?" Ted asked me, coming closer.

There you go, they noticed me, and there wasn't any point to hide anymore. Maybe there wasn't any point to hide, but I can still pretend that I don't know them.

"Sorry, do I know you?" I asked blinking.

Once, dad said that I could be a good actress, and now it's time to check it out.

"We had a lot of fun last time, we should repeat it sometime later," Harry said, smoothing his hair.

In the light, his wavy hair looked nut-brown. Okay, I am a bad actress. I have a feeling that this year is going to be spectacular. I was twirling a pencil in my hand and it looked like it's going to break. Ted and Harry were still looking at me and glanced at my pencil.

"Oh, so you're talking about that party? I was a little out of it and don't remember anything..." I made up my mind that there's no point to pretend.

The guys smiled and sat down next to me. I became confused and wanted to offer my seat to them, while I would take another seat somewhere else. But it was too late; the guys sat on either side of me, so I found myself squeezed between them. There were so much empty seats in the classroom, but they chose to sit next to me.

"What? Nothing at all? Did you forget how we dragged you in your room or how you asked me not to not leave you?" Harry asked with a smile.

Ted was sitting beside me with a sly smile on his face, whilst flipping through my notebook.

"What?" I coughed, taking back my notebook from Ted.

I remember about the window, but I don't remember asking him to stay. I guess he decided to add it from himself. In whatever condition I wouldn't be, even though I am wasted, I would have never asked a stranger to stay with me.

"Okay, I remember about the window, but I didn't ask you to stay with me," I said nervously, they are starting to get on my nerves.

"So, you remember us after all?" Ted asked, moving closer to me.

I looked askew at the brown-haired and frowned. Why did he move closer? He's disturbing my personal space. The last time when some guy did so, I hit him with a pen in his forehead. I moved quickly aside and flattened myself against Harry. Squeaking, I moved away from the brunette too. Damn, they surrounded me.

"I remember. So, what?" I exhaled

"Nothing, it's just that you're so amusing, and it's fun bugging you..." Harry started to speak, showing his white smile.

Fun? I am their personal clown or what? No one has ever humiliated me like this! I didn't know what to do. I wanted to yell at them, but then I noticed that the classroom was getting full of other students. Finally, our professor entered the classroom. If I start to argue with guys, the professor will have a wrong impression of me. He will think that I am a quarrelsome student who can't contain her own feelings. No, I am not like that.

The lecture has begun, I need to calm down and ignore Ted and Harry. I was silent during the whole lecture, though my neighbors too. I even tried not to look at them, but because of my curiosity I couldn't resist to stare at them. That night I could barely see them. Even if they piss me off, it doesn't mean that I can't look at them. With the sun light, I could see them perfectly and I must admit, they are quite cute guys, except a large number of tattoos. I tried to have a better view of Harry's tattoos, but I didn't manage to. He noticed that I was looking at him and it made me feel so awkward. I pretended that I am attentively listening to professor.

"It's going to be fun this year..." Harry whispered in my ear, what made me shiver.

He didn't even think of moving back, his breath was tickling my skin. I couldn't bear it, so I pushed him away. He just laughed in response, but I didn't even turn to look at him.