Over Rated Jealousy

Chapter 9

"What did we do last night?" She asks as she rubs her forehead, trying to bare with the sharp throbbing in her head. Even her eyes were throbbing, that's how bad the hangover was.

She hated feeling this way, she didn't know why she kept on getting drunk. "Uh...took shots every time the bass dropped, and painted all over each other?" She was about to ask how he remembered that much, and then realized that the evidence was all over.

She remembered the bass drop thing since she was sober, but after that it's one big blur.

"Oh man, this hangover is killing me." Stiles whispers, before sitting up and sighing heavily. "I have to go home, my dad will be so worried." He whispers as he gets out of the bed, and Lydia lays back and watches him run his hands sleepily, lazily through his messy brown hair. But as he walked towards the door his eyesight blurred slightly, making him stumble. He caught himself on the wall before he could fall, and he sucks in a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut.

Lydia sits up quickly, her eyes going wide, flipping the covers off as she frowns slightly. "Stiles are you okay?" She asks in a panicked voice, her messy, tangled matted up strawberry blond hair falling in front of her face, mixing in with her ridiculous eyelashes.

Stiles sucks in a deep breath and clears his throat, groaning slightly. "Yeah, I just got dizzy for a second, no big deal. I think it's the hang over." Stiles replies roughly, sitting up straight to try to regain himself.