The Bad Boy He Never Was

Chapter 4 Long Walk Hangover

"Okay get up! Its time for you to leave!" Barked a deep voice. The sudden loud noise made me wince. All the events that happened last night came rushing back to me. Shit. I opened my eyes to see a very angry Brad Nordstrom. Yikes! He saw that my eyes were open and responded with "I said leave." Well someone is in asshole hangover mood! Yeah and it's you I said to myself. Hey shut up before I kill you! I shut up after that.

"Yeah, yeah I'm leaving asshole." I mumbled. I stood up and instantly felt sick. I clamped my hand over my mouth and Brads eyes widened.

"Shit! First door on the left!" I ran as fast as I could. I clutch onto the cold surface of the toilet bowl letting everything pour out of me in two big gags. I could here chucking from the door. I turned to glare at him before turning to barf again. I was trying to hold my hair up with one hand and support myself with the other. I felt someone take the weight of my hair so I could use both of my hands to hold myself up. I felt tears start to stream down my face. Good thing it was Rebecca's golden rule to always use waterproof mascara.

Once I was done draining myself out I spit one last time and stood up. Brad looked at me and I quickly wiped any trace of tears from my face. "Couldn't of waited tell you got to your house to get sick?" Once he said this it made me feel like I wanted to cry all over again.

"I'm sorry," my eyes got watery."I'll go now. Sorry.." I hurried towards the door but I heard feet follow me. I ignored them. I had just got outside and I heard Brad speak.

"Alice, I- I didn't mean to-" I cut him off.

"No, no it's fine. I'm going now. Sorry again." I scurried off going to find my car when I realized that Rebecca had driven me. I looked back at the large house. No! I'd rather walk then go ask that asshole for a ride. I continued to walk. I couldn't stop thinking about the night, I was such a fool! I took a second to stop and sit on a bench. I started to sob. Tears poured out of my eyes. My face was buried in my hands till I finally I curled myself into a ball like I was trying to hide. God Brad is such an asshole. And I'm so stupid to think even for a second that he started being nice, or that we could even be friends. At that I through up again. I was now crouched on the ground clutching my stomach.

"Oh shit, Alice." I hear a soft voice say to himself. Then heard the patting of feet on cement get closer as I let out another sob. "Com'n let's get you back to my house." It was Brad. He forced me to stand by pulling up my shoulders. I pushed him away.

"No. I'm fine, I left. Now you don't have to worry about me. Isn't this better than getting sick at your place?" My words came out bitter and more tears formed in my eyes. I hide them by trying to walk away. Brad pulled me back and into his arms. I cried into his chest well he soothed me by petting my hair. "I'm so stupid Brad, god I hate myself!" I tried to be loud but it just came out in sobs. He whispered ssshhh to me." I hate you." It was barely a whisper.

"I know. I hate me too."

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After I finished crying Brad asked, "did Rebecca drive you to the party?" I nodded.

"Come back to the house with me." He tried to make me walk back to the house with him but I refused to budge.

"It's okay, you've done enough. I'll walk." I felt disguised my how weak I sounded.

"Where do you live?" Shit, didn't expect him to ask.

"Well umm 47th Alixon st." I made it barely audible hoping he would hear wrong and let me walk. but instead his eyes got wide. That mad my house about 26 blocks from his.

"Let me drive you Al." He insisted

"No, you've done too much already!" I argued

"Oh yeah throw you out of my house when your sick and be an asshole to you all morning!'