Things In Life (Interracial/BWWM)

Chapter Ten

I woke up the next morning and my head was pounding. My whole head and face was aching. The light coming in from the window hurt my eyes and intensified my headache by a thousand.

So this is what a hangover feels like.. I thought as I tried to get up from the couch.

Once I stood up, I started running to the bathroom to empty the contents from my stomach. Throwing up is gross. Just forcing something from your body back up from where it went in is horrible.

I flushed the toilet and rinsed my mouth out. That's when I walked out and took in my surroundings... I was still at Ashley's house.

I started panicking. Where was Brayden, Satcey, Justin and Taylor? Where was my phone? If I was still here, then my mom knows I didn't come home last night.. Sh*t.

I went back into the living room in search of my lost friends. At least I wasn't the only one who crashed at the house. There were at least ten people scattered around the living room. I saw Brayden passed out near where I had slept. I started shaking him to try and wake him up.

"C'mon Brayden wake up. We need to leave." I tried shaking his shoulder.

He didn't move, if anything, he snored louder. So I did the only thing that I knew would wake him. I slapped him.

"What, what? What was that for?" He asked as he rubbed his cheek.

"We need to leave. I need to go home. And I can't find my phone."

He dug in his pockets and pulled out my iPhone. I grabbed it and unlocked it to see what mess I was in.

There was a text from Stacey saying that they left with Justin in Taylor's car.

And there were 20 missed calls from my mom and more texts unread. As I was reading them, Brayden left out of the room and came back holding a duffle bag.

"What's in the bag?" I asked.

"Goodies that you don't need to worry about. We need to go. It's 11:30 and I need to get you home."

Holy sh*t, it's almost noon. My mom is going to kill me. But then again, she's at work so I'll only feel her wrath after she gets home tonight.

We walked to Brayden's car and he placed the bag in the trunk as I got into the passenger seat. Once he got in, he noticed that I had my hands covering my eyes. He reached into the glove compartment and handed me a pair of sunglasses.

"Always keep and extra pair, just in case." He said as he slid his own pair on.

As Brayden drove to my house, I tried to recall last night's events. But I just pulled a blank.

"Do you remember what happened last night?"

"Other than you getting drunk and having a couple of makout sessions? Nope." He wagged his eyebrows at me.