The Adventures of Bad Boy & Bad Girl

11 - If You Give Me A Blowjob

*Bridget's POV*

It felt like there were dozens of tiny hammers banging on the inside of my skull. Bright light made the headache even worse, and the slightest of sounds made the hammers pound harder. I groaned.

"Shh, baby, you're alright," said Tyler with his husky morning voice. I groaned again and buried my face in a pillow. He chuckled. "Don't want me to see your face?" I shook my head. "Why not?" I lifted my head a bit.

"Because I probably look like absolute trash. I've never had this bad of a hangover, and I threw up. I have never gotten that drunk," I mumbled.

"Oh come on, I work at a bar, you're not even half as bad as the trashy drunks that come in like everyday." I rolled over and buried my face in his chest and he wrapped his arm around me.

"What even happened last night? All I remember was we started taking jello shots."

"You obviously had one too many and passed out. You passed out and I caught you and brought you back home."

"Oh god that must've been so embarrassing, I'm sorry."

"Babe, it's fine."

"You should make me some coffee," I joked.

"I should and I will," he said before kissing my head and getting off the bed.

"You're the best," I said.

"Hell yeah I am," he laughed.

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The next day I walked into school and ignored everyone I walked by, as per usual. I didn't bother to stop by Ronnie's locker since he'd ignore me and probably have his bottle blonde girlfriend talk for him. Once I made it to history class, I sat down next to Calum and he started talking to me.

"You look done with everyone's shit today," he said.

"Don't I everyday?"

"Yeah, but today you look as if you'd kill someone who even looked in your direction."

"Not necessarily, but if anyone messes with me, I won't hesitate to bash their heads in."

*Ronnie's POV*

I was sitting in history, without Cherry since she decided to give me the silent treatment after Saturday night. I was about to get up and leave since history was a boring subject anyway, but then she walked in. She was wearing black ripped skinny jeans with black Docs and a plain grey shirt with a burgundy bomber jacket. I stayed in my seat and watched her sit down next to Calum. I noticed the two of them would speak more often and Calum would never mention her when we talked. Is she talking to him about me? Calum spoke to her and I could see her talk back, most likely with a sarcastic remark. She tapped on her desk impatiently and once our teacher walked in, she stopped.

"We'll be taking a pop quiz today, class," he said. Everyone groaned, but I rolled my eyes and took out a pen.

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I walked in through the front door of my house and was about to head upstairs when my mom approached me.

"Ronnie! I'm so proud of you!" She exclaimed before hugging me. I hugged her back, confused.

"What'd I do?" I asked, and she pulled away.