Can I still love?

Chapter 8

I woke up on the hotel floor. Which in reality isn't that bad. It's seriously comfortable, like unreasonably comfortable. The ground was so soft it was unfair to the beds at The Academy. i hated calling it The Academy like it was an ominous place. It should be called a detention center that you never leave from. Or something along those lines.

I started to get up and pain shot through my skull. This was just fucking perfect I had a hangover the size of Mt. Everest and tonight I had to do a bunch of flippy things to be able to put up the micro cameras. I looked up around my room, everything was in order except for the drunken M sprawled across my bed. 

This was total shit, we should've taken more of those vomit pills, at least then I wouldn't wake up with a splitting headache. I needed coffee, or an energy drink, or something caffeinated. I slowly got up, despite the throbbing in my head.

As soon as A crossed the threshold I was met with 6 angry eyes, 6 crossed arms, and 6 knotted eyebrows. So basically 666, so i was staring down the devil incarnated....maybe I was being over dramatic, but it was whatever o'clock and i had a hangover the size of Africa.

Tyler was the first to speak, oh wait I mean yell. He was the first to yell. "A! What the actual fuck!?" His voice caused pain to shoot through my head causing me to flinch, which caused even more pain to shoot through my head.

"Can you speak just a little quieter?" I snapped at him in a whisper.

"Oh I'm sorry I wouldn't want to disturb your HANGOVER!" This time Aaron spoke, I quickly reached up and slapped him across the face which I instantly regretted. The pain from slapping him, plus the pain from all the yelling, plus the pain from the sound of my hand hitting him in his face was too much at once.

"We can all talk about this in the kitchen, quietly." To my surprise it was Dylan who spoke. i looked at him and his eyes softened, i guess I really looked like I was in pain. I didn't even wanna know what i looked like to be honest. I probably look worse than Amy Dukic did.

I walked into the kitchen. Wincing at the sound i heard every-time a foot slapped the ground. They never walk this heavy, they were most definitely doing it on purpose. I sat on a stool by the island glaring at Tyler and Aaron, whose smirks gave away that they were doing it on purpose, fucking bastards.

Dylan soft voice surprised me, especially since he had such a deep voice, "What do you want to drink?" I blinked a few times before answering

"Something," I croaked, "Anything with caffeine, and Tylenol, I need to be able to think without this headache." I stretched and realized I still had on the tight black dress from last night. It was half way unzipped which caused the top to fall dangerously low. I quickly zipped it up, they've seen me before, but I wasn't in to mood to flash them, especially with the way i looked now...however that maybe. i seriously needed to look in the mirror.

But before I could move M walked into the kitchen. She wore one underwear and a boob top. I guess she didn't care about how she looked at all. But Tyler-like always-decided to make a spectical out of it.

"Ew you wanna put on clothes? Some people would like to keep their breakfasts in their stomachs." The only retort M had had was the middle finger. i guess she was a train wreck, usually she was able to come up with a retort in less than a second.

M sat beside me and she looked HORRIBLE. Her hair was everywhere. Up, Down, Left, Right, Flat, Frizzed, Straightened, everything! Her hair seemed to have a mind of its own, I would hate to have to comb that later today, she was going to have to get an army. Her eyes had dark circles around them, mostly from her smokey eye shadow we put on each other later on into the night. Well some drunken blond girl in the bathroom decided we weren't ready to party. Dried drool left a trail down her chin and slightly onto her exposed cleavage. Her skin was gray and she just looked dead, her usually vibrant blue eyes were dimmed. If this is any indication of what I looked like I did not wanna look in the mirror, ever.

"Here you go." Dylan placed a cup hot hot brown coffee. Well it looked like coffee, but it obviously wasn't coffee. It smelt...i didn't even know how to explain it....it smelt off, and weird.

"What is it?" I pushed the cup a little away with a disgusted expression on my face.

"It's a special recipe that I always make when I need to get up," Dylan pushed the cup back towards me, "Just take a sip."

I reluctantly took the cup in my hands and took a hesitant sip. It was surprisingly delicious! It was amazing! And I already felt the amazing boost. I was instantly more awake.

"What's in it?" I started chugging the liquid in the cup, by the time he spoke I was more than half way done.

"One part coffee, one part hot chocolate, one part redbull,  one part redrain, and two parts monster." The kitchen fell quiet as we stared at Dylan.

M was the first to break the unbelievable silence. "how the hell does all of that fit into one cup?" We all nodded in agreement. My head started to feel much better by the time I got to the bottom of the cup. I held my tongue when the cravings for seconds came to me. How did it taste so good?

"What about my Tylenol?" I held out my hand but he shook his head.

"It was already in the cup, you drank it." I smiled, letting the thank you drift around the empty air. My head was almost complete free of the pounding headache

I looked at the clock on the electric stove across the kitchen. 1:56pm. Great this was going to be a long day, and then an equally as long night. Basically just a long 24 hour period. I was not looking forward to all of this. I sighed, I needed at least 2 more hours of sleep before I even considered talking about breaking into a highly guarded building.

I pulled away from the island and started walking towards my room. Before I was able to get out of the kitchen Aaron stepped in my way, I tried to move around him but he wouldn't move.

"Where were you guys last night anyways? We were looking for you!" Aaron's baby blue eyes stared into mine. I could be the most skilled assassin in the world and this man would still be worrying about me. I could probably kill more men in an hour than he could! Ok maybe not, but we could sure as hell tie.

"We were at Le Crazy House." He nodded and I pushed past him, and walked straight into my room, before my door closed I heard Tyler's outburst.

"I knew they went in there and the damn testosterone filled bouncer wouldn't let us in cause we lacked breasts!" Well He wasn't wrong. I really didn't want midnight to come, but there was no avoiding it now.

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A/N

Heyo! Yeah I know lol kinda late and kinda short but i wanted  to update tonight. So I ate dinner and wrote at the same time. That's right I multi tasked. Anyways I'm grounded so that's bad for me and good for you guys cause all I have to do is update, no phone, no friends, just me and wattpad. HAHA Yeah! This really cute guy even asked for my number the other day and I cant even know if he texted me until August 10th....yeah I don't think this is really important cause this is supposed to be about the book, anyways I'm going to write tomorrow and update either tomorrow or the day after, not sure yet lol.

So yeah,vote and comment, even though I haven't updated in a bit. So yeah I hope you enjoyed my shortish chapter.