FIFTY EIGHT: RECKLESS

That afternoon, we all crashed at one of the guy's apartments. His name was Chris. His whole body was covered in tattoos and he had a piercing in his left ear. I didn't know him, neither did I know how Miranda got to meet him, until after some hours that we woke up, in a large room in his house. The bed I was lying on was large, and exquisite. In fact, the room was beautifully furnished. The owner must be a millionaire at least, if not a billionaire. When I opened my eyes, I tried to scrutinize my environment but I was clueless. It was not my first time waking up in a strange place, but I was very scared this time. I only calmed down when I saw Miranda sprawled on the floor before me. The other girls were on the floor too, fast asleep. Phoebe's belt had come loose. Josephine was snoring. I was the only one on the bed. The door was slightly open. My head was banging hard. The room looked like one of the rooms on TV adverts. It was extremely beautiful and well designed of course. At a