Love, Beca

9 - You're My Wonderwall

Beca woke to a foot in her face which made her jump, her heart pounding as she tried to reminisce the events from the previous night.

What the hell had happened the night before? She was back in her bedroom, and was still wearing her clothes, so everything was OK. Nothing had happened. But who the hell was the person in her bed? She was getting frustrated as she tried to remember and piece together the blanks in her memory. Her head fucking hurt and her mouth was so dry that she couldn't even swallow without her lips getting stuck together.

The sight of the red painted toenails instantly calmed her as she realised it belonged to her best friend, and was not the foot of a random stranger.

"Dude," Beca groaned, her voice slightly hoarse from sleeping. She shoved the foot out of her face and sat up slowly, her head pulsated as she moved. Stacie wriggled slightly under the covers as Beca nudged her again. "God, how much did we drink last night?" She voiced her thoughts as she cradled her head and pressed down lightly in attempt to relieve some pressure. It only made her head throb more so she released her hold and allowed her head to flop back onto her pillow.

Stacie's reply was an incoherent groan and she didn't show any signs of getting out of bed anytime soon, but Beca couldn't stay in bed when her head was throbbing the way it was. She needed coffee - no, water - or maybe she needed to throw up.

What had happened after they finished playing beer pong? Beca's mind was drawing a blank. She remembered sitting outside with Luke and Stacie. They listened to music and smoked cigarettes until Beca's head felt woozy so they headed inside, but whatever happened after that Beca couldn't remember.

She scrambled for her phone, her hand flapped around her bed until she gripped onto it and picked it up. The screen lit up the room, blinding her with the sudden brightness, which made her screw her eyes shut to block it out. After a few seconds, once she'd recovered from the bright light, she switched her phone back on to check the time. Beca wanted to know how much more time she had before her alarm would go off to get up for school because she wanted more than anything to fall back to sleep.

What she didn't expect was for it to be Seven-thirty. They had thirty minutes until school started and if they didn't get up then, they would've been late.

She groaned into her pillow, then sat up and poked Stacie in the leg again. "Dude, we need to get up," Beca muttered as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. For a minute she debated staying in bed and taking a sick day but she had a scheduled meeting with her math teacher at lunch to discuss her grades, so she couldn't really bunk off again. The last thing she needed was the school calling her Dad in again.

Stacie groaned just as loud as Beca had minutes before. "Do we have to?" She didn't move from her position but pulled the covers tighter around her. "Can't we just ditch?"

Beca considered it for a minute, but figured she'd missed a fair bit of school lately so nodded even though Stacie couldn't see her. "We're gonna be late," She said as she slid out of bed, her bare feet dropped to the cold floor which made her jump. "And I fucking need some coffee," she grumbled.

The mention of coffee seemed to interest her because Stacie finally shoved the blanket aside. She mumbled something that Beca couldn't quite understand before she pulled herself into a sitting position. Her hair was no longer straight but instead slightly wavy and sticking up in some places. She rubbed at her face before yawning, "Showers mine."

Beca groaned. She knew she'd have to fight for the shower that morning just like she had to do with Emily every other morning, but her guard was down and she didn't expect Stacie to jump out of bed so quickly after being half dead in bed just seconds prior.