Reese
Groaning, I roll over. Suddenly my body is in free fall, and I hit the floor with a jarring thud, biting my tongue in the process.
“What the fuck?” I’m staring at a ceiling I don’t recognize, and my head is spinning.
What did Kenzie get us into last night? Slowly, I sit up and take in my surroundings.
The room is a disaster. There are clothes lying everywhere.
Shitty band posters cover the walls. The bed I toppled out of is a tiny little twin with threadbare sheets. Where the fuck am I?
I scramble to my feet and thank the party gods that my stomach doesn’t decide to redistribute last night’s dinner.
I trip over a shoe on my way to the door, but manage to right myself before I fall.
As I reach out to grasp the doorknob, something on my wrist catches my eye.
It’s a black leather bracelet. Lost in thought about where I would have gotten the bracelet, it takes me a minute to realize that something is off about my arm.
Why am I so pale? When did my arm get so skinny? What is going on?
Wrenching the door open, I almost run into some kid. She looks like she might be ten. She’s stick thin with dark raven hair and blue eyes that hide behind her glasses. I’m not sure why, but she looks almost familiar. “Sorry. I’m in a bit of a hurry. Where’s the bathroom, kid?”
The girl gives me a funny look, before pointing over her shoulder. She starts to speak, but I brush past her before she gets a single word out. My bladder is screaming. I bust through the door the girl pointed out, but come to a halt when I see someone in my peripheral.
“My bad, dude. I thought it was empty.” I turn to the guy, and realize I’m looking at Evan Matthews.
We both snarl at each other at the same time.
This guy has been the absolute bane of my existence since freshman year.
I open my mouth to tell him to fuck off, but he starts to speak as well.
I stop. He stops. “Ok. Seriously, can yo—” How can we be saying the exact same thing at the exact same time?
I start to turn, thinking if I just let him finish he won’t be too long, but he moves with me.
It’s then that I take in more of my surroundings.
There is a sink between us. Evan is surrounded by gaudy ass frame straight out of the 70s.
When I tilt my head, he mirrors my action.
I look down at my body. Gone is my 6’2” 210 pound frame.
No more golden skin with a light dusting of blonde hair.
Abs? Not a cut in sight. Instead, I find myself looking at a slender body, with skin as pale as a ghost. I glance back up, and see confusion written across Evan’s face.
I would never call myself stupid, but it takes my brain a long freaking time to register that I am looking at a mirror.
I am not proud of the sound that leaves my body, but my shame is lost to the blackness creeping into my vision, as the floor races towards my face.