I wake up to a horrible morning. The sun made my eyes burnt out and my throat was dry from throwing up. Ugh.
My head is pounding and my hair is fucked up. I stretch my arms out, yawning like a cat, judging by how open my mouth gets.
I feel every muscle in my body refreshing up as I shift in my bed, the early bird being noisy and annoying as usual.
I don't get how people like the sound they make. It's like they are dolphins with tiny voice boxes so they can't be as loud as them but definitely high pitched.
Groaning, I squeeze my eyes shut and lick my lips, making them tender and wet.
I reach out to get my phone and check the time, immediately getting bonneted with texts and missed calls from shit face meaning Scott.
"Fuck you and your apologies"
I say after reading the newest one. He is so desperate.
Even saying sorry a zillion times won't change what I saw that yesterday and I'm happy that I saw it before I lost my virginity to such a fake liar like him.
I can feel my blood boiling so I choose to ignore it the rest of the texts and stuff my phone under my pillow, dragging myself out of bed and into the bathroom to take a hot shower to wash my hangover off of my body.
Well that shower wasn't so helpful.
Last night was a disaster. I can't believe I let my guards down that easily and got drunk and worst of all, almost fell for Harry's stupid tricks.
I have a terrible headache and I've puked twice since I got back.
Walking to the bathroom I feel like puking again. I groan, staring at myself in the mirror above the bathroom sink, almost scared of myself.
I have terrible dark circles and my face looks pale and emotionless. I look fucked up. I basically look like a zombie.
Looking down at my watch, I scream. I remember that I have a history class at 10 am.
I run out to my closet, forgetting about my terrible hangover.
How could I forget this?! It's all Scott's fault. Gosh I can't even think about that asshole.
At this point, I can only think about how I'm gonna survive today without making it obvious that I'm hungover.
I run to my mirror, patting on some power and then smoothing out some foundation on my face and quickly draw a simple line on my eye lid with my eyeliner and apply some lip gloss onto my dry lips.
I slip on a simple shirt and jeans, grab my bag and car keys and storm out of my room.
I click my feet together, waiting for the elevator to stop. Rushing out of the elevator, I find my car, hopping in.
I fasten my seatbelt and look at myself in the tiny mirror, realizing that I haven't done my hair.
I quickly tie my hair up in a messy ponytail, finally getting the chance to start the engine.
I yell, looking at my watch. Okay, it is 9:47 and I have to drive to campus and get my books from my locker.
Zooming out of my parking spot, I fly to campus, my whole body on fire as I try hard to not pass out.
When it comes to studying, I'm a nerd. I never ever fail any exams or assignments and I never miss classes.. Even if I'm sick.
A long time ago, I figured if I didn't have parents to be proud of me and persuade me to study and graduate, no one else would so I had to look out for myself and although it is extremely stressing and shitty, I've learnt to deal with it.
I haven't planned out a future for myself nor have I thought about it. I just simply chose whatever subject I knew how to study for and now I'm taking em.
But I guess if I had to choose something to do for the rest of my life, it would be dentistry. I don't know why.
Stopping once I reach campus, I barge out of my car, looking everywhere for my phone.
"Where the fuck is.."
My voice trails off once I remember having it under my pillow this morning. Okay great, now I don't even have my phone with me.
I stump to the my locker, feeling as if smoke was rushing out of my ears from anger.
First I get drunk and get a terrible hangover... and now, my phone?! Fml.
There is absolutely no one in the hall and that means absolute silence. Getting terrified of missing the first couple of minutes of class, I run to my locker.
I stuff my history books into my bag, quickly rushing to my class with my heart beating out of my chest.
I walk in, surprisingly right on time. I look over at the clock above the chalk board and it is exactly 10. Yes!
I smile at the professor who had just walked in before me and I soon rushing to an empty spot at the top of the hall.
People are talking away and getting ready while I sit there like a potato.. Alone and grumpy.
Right now, if grumpy cat is put into a competition with me, I'd win the most grumpiest bitch ever.
I sigh, rubbing my head, trying to get the headache to go away.
"Sir! Can I please go to the bathroom?"
I beg Mr. Walts, covering my mouth, avoiding the vomit that was about to pour out.
He gives me a confused look but soon nods his head continuing his long ass speech on World War Two, as everyone else stares at me like they've just seen an alien or some sort.
Some people are even laughing at me but all I do is try and ignore them or else I'll punch them either in the balls or tits so they better watch their backs.
I fly down the hall, looking for the nearest bathroom and luckily, I see one to my right.
I run in, hoping no one else is in there and no one is. Everyone is in class. Except for me. Wow.
I push open a bathroom door and get on my knees, puking into the toilet bowl even more this time.
I feel tears fill my eyes from all the energy that is being sucked out of me but I don't stop. I let it all pour out and the smell disgusts me but I try my best to ignore it.
I wipe my tears away and bury my face in my hands once I'm done, taking a long and deep breathe.
I struggle to get up and walk to the mirror, staring at my dead face once again.
I flash some water on my face and pop a mint into my mouth to take the disgusting smell away.
"Never doing that again"
I promise myself, walking out.
"Bad, ain't it?"
I hear him say from behind me once I walk out of the bathroom.
I've been expecting to see him since he's barely ever in his classes and always wanders around the campus halls like a loner. I just don't get it.
I jump a little, quickly turning around, our gazes meeting once again. My heart is beating out of my chest as I exhale, closing my eyes.
I soon feel his breathe against my skin. I open my eyes and I say this because of how fucking close he was to me.
Quickly taking a step back, I glare at him, groaning. What is wrong with this kid?
"My day started pretty crappy, but then you came.."
I smile softly, his face lighting up like a Christmas tree.
"And made it even crappier"
I roll my eyes at him, my smile dropping immediately.
His reaction is priceless. It was as if he went from a 10 to a 0 for a second right there but he keeps up he's shitty 'I don't give a fuck' personality pretty well.
He soon chuckles, his eyes squeezed into a thin line as he shakes his head from side to side, sliding his hands into his saggy pockets.
I ignore it, turning around and quickly walking to my class only to be followed by him. Again.
"Wouldn't it be fucking amazing if we did it right here.. In campus? Just like we were about to, last night"
He laughs as he drags his index finger across a row of lockers beside me.
I watch him as his eyes follow his finger and land straight into mine as he slowly walks closer to me, my heart beat fastening.
"I don't remember us doing anything"
I lie, crossing my arms as I'm freaking out on the inside.
"Why don't I help you remember..?"
He asks, his fingers going up and down my arm just like last night.
"Look, I don't have time for your lame jokes. I have a class to get to"
I hiss, pushing him out of my way. I can't lie, I got chills once again. How is this even possible? I don't feel even a little attracted to him and never will.