Sickening Desire

1. Hungover

(Aspen)

I walk through the heavy double door and listen as they clash back together on impact behind me. The lights are too bright, the people are too loud and quite frankly completely over sharing their lives in their 'private' conversations, and to top it all off the fucking bell screams so loud it sounds as if it's right beside me. Students scatter to their classes as I internally groan, holding my aching head in my palm and stumbling like a zombie to study hall.

I fucking hate school.

I have a free period to start the day, thank god. When I arrive in the hall it's already pretty crowded but luckily I see an empty desk right at the front. While everyone begins to unpack their bags and take out their textbooks to take advantage of this time to study and catch up on any missed work, I basically slam my body down into the rusty chair and press my forehead against the wooden desk with an audible groan.

My eyes fall closed and I sigh in relief that I can use this hour for some much needed rest. My blue hair falls around my face when I angle my head down, as if to shield me from the other entities in this place. I tried to convince myself when I woke up that I wasn't that hungover but the amount of vomit in the toilet this morning and painkillers in my system begs to differ. I think back to last night and remember music, too loud, lights, to bright and people, too loud.

In my defence, the alcohol was the only thing keeping my beautiful sanity intact, what was I supposed to do? Disturbing me from my thoughts I hear an annoyed sigh and a mumbled "fuck me." I look up from the desk and peak through my one open eye to see who's clouded my space. When I look up I see the one and only Theo Hughes. His dark yet annoyed gaze burning into me as I offer the same treatment. I look around and see the chair next to me is the only available one and he reluctantly throws his text books next to my head and aggressively sits down next to me, almost breaking the fucking chair while doing so.

I'm quick to look away from his stare so he doesn't throw a fit about me daring to even breath in his precious vicinity. Yeah, in case you didn't get the memo were not each others biggest fans. The room falls into quite conversations while Theo opens a notebook with what looks like sketches of different objects, he finds a blank page and grabs a pencil before he starts roughly applying pressure to the innocent page. Dark, rugged lines appear from the lead and I can't help but admire his skilfulness when creating shadows and highlights. He must feel my curious starring because his head turns to face me so fast I actually worry he'll get whiplash.

His brows furrow as he looks at me with an expression I can only describe as disgust before he finally speaks up, "What are you looking at smurfette?" He asks unimpressed. Rude fuck.

"What I wanted was to spend my free time relaxing without some dumb fuck attacking a piece of paper two centimetres away from me." I reply with the same unimpressed tone. He looks at me again and quickly removes the small smirk that was growing on his face and turns his gaze back to the desk with a clearly forced scowl.

"And stop calling me smurfette. I fucking hate it." I add on before we fall into a quite state once more. Stupid fucker. Just as my head starts feeling lighter, Theo begins to fucking hum under his breath and bring a throbbing sensation back to my brain. I groan and bring my fingertips up to caress my temple. I hear him laugh under his breath which makes my eyes snap to his, "The fuck are you laughing at?" I spit.

"I'm laughing at you smurfette, your reputation really doesn't do you justice. You look like a mess." He says. I don't argue with the last comment, I know I'm hot but I'm hungover as shit and I just finished hurling my guts out this morning so my complexion is paler than normal and a dark shadow casts under neath my tired eyes. But damn no need to comment on it asshole.

"Last time I checked your not exactly queen fucking b around here Theo, and before you start talking on something you know fuck all about maybe take a look at yourself and invest in some fucking hair gel. You look like the stinky guy that begged me for fucking change on the side of the road this morning." I snap at him. I look him up and down, my lips curling in disgust, "Jesus" I mumble as I take in his dumbfounded expression.

Pretty boy doesn't look so pretty right now. The bell rings which tells me my free period is over and my classes start in a few moments. Great. I yank my handbag from the floor next to my chair and storm out of the hall. Walking to my next class before I hear Theo's familiar yet agonisingly painful voice basically scream at me.

"Fuck you!" His deep voice echoes off the halls and warns us some starred from other students. I turn around without halting my steps, now risking it but walking backwards. I look at him a return the favour by telling right back at him, "Fuck you!"

I turn back around while ignoring the various whispers filled with curiosity and roll my eyes as I continue my strut towards my first class.

Lord help me get through this day.