Matt

Chapter 25- The Convention part 2

My face itched. I wondered why it did. Something's on it. I needed to get it off. I put my hand on my face and felt something weird. I picked it off and tossed it over the side of my bed. There was more. I picked some more off my face. I did this for half a minute before a realization dawned on me...

What the hell was I picking off my face?

I then opened my eyes...or eye to be exact. The reason for this was because the other one was sealed shut. I put my whole hand on my face and became freaked out. In almost a panic, I sat up and tried to go to the bathroom. I used the word "tried" because my balance was still screwed up, and I almost fell again.

When I finally made it into the bathroom, I was finally able to figure out what the hell was wrong with me.

Apparently, I threw up all over my face in my sleep. All the partially digested food I ate last night was now sticking to the left side of my head, making it impossible for me to open my eye. Yes, it was every bit as disgusting as it sounded.

When I realized what had happened, my stomach began to churn. Clearly, my stomach had yet to have recovered from last night, and it had more to get rid of. I opened the toilet bowl and let out some more of whatever was still in my stomach. It was then that I realized just how terrible I had felt. It was the worst hangover.

The first thing I decided to do was take a shower. I removed my ruined clothes and stepped in. Fortunately, the water easily washed away the gunk on my face and within a few minutes I was a new man...Okay, that was a lie. I still felt like absolute crap, and I found a nasty welt on the back of my head that hurt like hell. Where the heck did that come from?

I dried myself off and wrapped a towel around my waist as I went to open the bathroom door. When I opened it, I searched around the room for where I left my suitcase. It was while I looked around that I noticed something wrong...

Serena was still in my room.

There she was, laying on what was supposed to be Alex's bed, still out like a light. What the hell was she still doing here?!

I quickly bolted back into the bathroom to avoid having to be seen in nothing but a towel. When I closed the door, I leaned against it and scowled a bit, unhappy with the current situation. I forgot about the welt on the back of my head and bumped it on the door, smarting something fierce. Okay, now I was really getting fed up. Just what the hell happened last night? The last thing I remembered was...Serena's parents calling. Dammit! I remember talking to that bastard John, too. Did he know that we were drunk? I really hope not. He'd probably kill me the next time I met him.

Thanks to the fact that Serena was still in my room, I couldn't go out there to fetch my clothes without risking her waking up and seeing me practically naked. I opened the door slightly to check on her. She didn't look like she was close to waking up, and the clock between the beds said it was almost nine. I realized that I didn't have much of a choice but to risk getting my clothes and hope that she didn't wake up. This all wouldn't have been so bad if I didn't feel so horrible. The consolation to all this was the fact that Serena was just as hungover. Serves her right.

I slowly left the bathroom and made my way towards my suitcase as quietly as I could. I carefully opened it up and took out a clean outfit for the day, picking out something light since I remembered that the day was supposed to be pretty warm. Just as I gathered it up, I heard a snort coming from Serena. I turn to see her moving. No! I was frozen stiff, not sure if I should run or hide. It was when she merely rolled over and went back to sleep that I felt relieved. False alarm. I got up and darted back into the bathroom as quickly as possible. Knowing that I was free from any prying eyes, I got dressed as quickly as I could before exiting the bathroom.