The Society Project.

Chapter 7: Hangovers and Hookups.

(Lindsay's POV)

A migraine is an understatement for what I woke up with the morning after the party, I cracked my eyes open bit by bit until I was staring straight towards the bookshelf; there was plastic cups and empty bottles on each shelf.

I rose from my feet and wavered slightly as I tried to regain balance, the room had students scattered across the room; on the floor, beside the wall and the sofa. I didn't recognize anybody's face, they were blurry as I made my way to the kitchen, I pushed the door open and came face to face with Lol, "Wakey, wakey eggs and bakey."

"You're awful chipper this morning," I rubbed the side of my head, getting my fingers tangled into the mess I call hair, Lolita was sitting on the Island. I made my way over to her and leaned against the counter across from it.

"Could be because I got lucky or because I'm generally a chipper person," She tapped her toe against my shin and began to laugh, "And it's not the latter."

I crumpled my face up in disgust and playfully nudged her shoulder, "Don't be so vulgar. So, who was the lucky lady?" Her hair was lifted up into a messy bun, she wore no make up; her face bare and her attire consisted of a blue cotton sweater with sweatpants.

"Some blonde emo chick, I want to say Effy? Emy? Look the name doesn't matter, what matters is I got me some," She began to do a dance, whilst remaining sat on the counter top, "Speaking of getting some, you and Bellamy huh?"

"No. No, me and Bellamy are just friends."I think that sounded convincing enough and anyway after Bellamy stormed off like that I don't even think we're friends at the moment.

"Really? Then why did you shout 'DIEAMBERDIE' before you passed out," My face heated up as Lol jumped off the counter and spontaneously did the splits.

"I said that didn't I? Oh god," I remember saying it, I just hoped it was a dream or that I didn't say it as loud as I thought, I guess I was wrong. Lolita and I made our way out of the kitchen, we ended up sitting on the porch swing outside her house.

We sat there whilst we swung back and forth, the sun felt extra bright this morning, "So I've not asked you yet but, why our you pretending to be something you're not? Like, I remember your first day and I mean your first day."

"I wanted a change, who says this isn't the real me?"

"Because the girl you're pretending to be doesn't get nervous when talking bout cute boys, or sit alone in the kitchen drinking. Look, I get it if you can't tell me, I was just curious is all." She sat facing forward; her freckles became more evident in the sunshine, if I wasn't so attracted to boys I think I would turn lesbian for her.

"It's safer if it stays a secret and please don't mention the 'first day Lindsay'," I really need to work more on keeping up this whole act, it's really hard to pretend to be slutty.

Lolita just nodded her head in agreement, "Fancy getting a coffee? I know a good little cafe downtown, they have the best chocolate brownies." At the mention of food my belly growled in agreement, I hadn't eaten yesterday and now I was paying the price.