A Soulmate's Love

Chapter 23 - Confrontations

I woke up with a blaring headache. I hadn't even opened my eyes but my head was throbbing and my body ached. I finally mustered up the courage to open my eyes to see that I was in my bed, alone. The light seeping into the room blinded me, increasing my headache as I wobbled over to the window to close the curtains.

That's when I looked down to see that I was wearing a green jumper that reached down to my knees. I instinctively felt around, making sure I was still wearing my underwear and bra, cursing myself when I saw that I was wearing my undergarments.

Even though I didn't remember a thing from last night, I knew exactly what happened. Fuck!

I staggered to the bathroom, washing my face and applying light makeup to hide my under-eye bags and make myself look half decent, before undressing and putting on a pair of leggings and my brother's hoodie.

I clipped my hair back and made my way to the door, pausing when I felt lightheaded. I opened the door to even more light and ran back into my room to put on some sunglasses, prepared to leave. I walked slowly to the entrance hall where everyone would be eating lunch, feeling the hangover hit me full on. How much did I drink last night?

As I entered, I found all my friends sitting in their usual spots and trudged over to them, seeing all of them look in my direction. I collapse in my seat in between the twins and grabbed the coffee, too tired to say a word.

After drinking a colossal amount, I looked up through my shades to see everyone smirking at me, except George who watched me with an intelligible look on his face.

Fred was the first to speak up, "How's our little stripper doing this fine afternoon?"

I gave him the finger, not even looking up to see him, my head feeling heavier than usual. "Fuck off Fred," I grumbled, my voice raspy from last night.

I buried my face in George's arm in exhaustion, regretting my entire existence at this point.

"Don't worry Althea it wasn't as bad as the festival this summer." Elise reasoned, offering a reassuring smile and winking.

"What happened at the festiva-" Roya began.

"We are NEVER speaking of the festival." I scolded, speaking aloud for the first time today.

I adjusted my sunglasses and took another swig of coffee, ignoring the chuckles from the group. One thought staying fresh in mind. I didn't want to embarrass myself anymore in front of the group so I discreetly whispered in George's ear, "I didn't... do... anything with anyone last night. Right?"

"No, you didn't." He whispered back as I felt a huge weight being lifted off my chest.

"Thank you," I muttered, feeling my cheeks flush.

He nodded reassuringly, before presenting me with a plate of food. "You didn't eat breakfast you must be starving." He had a look of concern on his face, and though my stomach grumbled in hunger I was still feeling nauseous from last night.

I shook my head, declining his kind offer. Just the sight of food made me want to puke.

"I know you probably don't feel like eating right now love but you need to. Come on just a little bit." He gave me those pleading eyes and I gave in, moving around the fruit on my plate.

After lunch, we all went back to our dorm, considering that it was Saturday and we didn't have classes. I was still feeling light-headed and leaned on George as we walked, the feeling of his strong chest stabilizing me. "You alright love?" He murmured in my ear, sending butterflies in my stomach.

"I'm ok, just feeling a little light-headed."

I felt his grip on me tighten and felt how he was holding me up, inwardly thanking him for the support. My knees felt like shit.