False Signals | OBX

Chapter Six: Hangover

Kal

I woke up with the biggest headache, confused for a good five minutes before I forced myself out of bed. It wasn't hard to realize I'd been drinking when I noticed I was still in my jean shorts and swimming top.

My vision blurry, I rubbed my eyes and stretched my arms back, trying to recall last night.

Oh yeah, there was the Topper thing. And then truth or dare—Which I didn't partake in. And then the Kyle thing.

He was pissed—Which was shocking considering he never seemed to care about anything else I do. He gave me a whole talk and pushed me around a bit after the party before telling me to clean the place up.

I cussed him out before I started to pick up empty plastic cups and shove them into a garbage bag. I hadn't noticed Topper was still outside—But I was glad he didn't hear or see the situation with Kyle.

He helped me clean up before going home—That was all I remembered. I'm still not too sure how I feel about him. We had fun, yes, but I wasn't looking to be with anyone in that way. I'm sure he wasn't either. I refuse to be a rebound though, I think he knows that. If I was sober I wouldn't have done anything I did last night.

I took a longer shower than I had meant to and put on black jean shorts and a , letting my hair air dry as I put on some mascara and lip gloss. I had the biggest hangover, closing my eyes every five minutes in result of the aching.

When I finally left my room and went downstairs, I sucked it up and made myself breakfast. My dad sat in the living room, reading as he ate while my mom was already out in the backyard.

There was no sight of Kyle until I felt him rummage his hand through my hair, getting it all in my face as I waited for my toast in the toaster. I groaned, annoyed as I slowly moved to fix it, my head still hurting.

"Suck it up and take an Advil."

"Yes, I know how much you love drugs." I mumbled.

"Shut up." He pulled orange juice out of the fridge, "You want me to tell mom and dad about yesterday? Hm?"

He walked towards me, setting the carton down and getting a glass cup out from the overhead cabinet. "Which part should I mention first?" He unscrewed the cap, looking at me, "The part where you got drunk, or the part where you were being a slut?"

I pushed his arm, causing the carton to almost fall before he quickly caught it. "You love to throw that word around, don't you? What, I'm not allowed to speak to a boy? Why do you even care when all you do is find a new girl every night."

"Getting with my soon to be friends is crossing the line." he whispered, pouring the juice into his cup.

"There's no line to cross. I don't care about you."

He nodded, "That goes both ways." he raised his glass up at me and walked away.

I rolled my eyes as I closed the carton. The toast popped up, causing me to jump a bit, my head hurting again. I took an Advil, but I won't tell Kyle about that.