Wonderwalls {HS}

VII

My eyelids try to flutter open but I squeeze them shut. The light from the window is making my throbbing headache worse, and the last thing I need is to throw up all over my bedding from a migraine. Jesus I don't even remember what gave me this headache. What the fuck happened last night anyway? I don't even recollect going to bed. Just as I thought I couldn't become anymore confused I hear humming; and it's obviously not Sammi. I jolt upward and promptly smack my head against the wall, agitating my already throbbing head.

"Fuck! Oh my goddd!" I shriek out in pain and hold my head to my knees.

I don't remember the wall being this close to my damn bed. Now that I think of it I don't actually have a wall next to my bed.

It's a window.

I immediately jolt up and see a room I have never seen in my entire life. It's so vast compared to my dorm. Am I still at the fraternity? I toss the thick green comforter to the side along with the sheets. Again I hear humming.

"Where the hell am I?" I whisper to myself. Just then the source of the humming walks in through the doorway.

It's box boy.

"Hey there sleepyhead! I thought you'd never wake up," he says cheerfully. He continues humming while he whisks a large metal bowl. I'm guessing I'm in his place, wherever that is.

"Where the fuck am I and how the fuck did I get here?" Thoughts race through my head of the possibilities that could've happened last night. The worst comes to mind and my heart starts pounding.

"I swear to god if you put a single hand on me--"

"Calm down turnip, no one put their hands on anyone," he says and pushes a brown curl out of his face. His hair is slightly askew with his curls sticking out at different angles. His eyes are a but puffy as well, and he rubs them quickly before returning to whisking.

Did he just call me turnip? Never mind that.

"You never answered my question, where am I?" My head is still throbbing, and every second I feel like I'm closer to vomiting.

"Stony."

I let out a small guffaw. "Stony? As in Stony Island Hall? Wow you're only living my dream." Stony Island was the largest hall on campus. It was basically the size of an apartment. No wonder he could take me in...

"Pretty snazzy, eh?"

"You're still avoiding my full question."

"Alright then," he sets whatever he was whisking down on a nearby desk and takes a seat on the bed. "What do you remember?"

"That's the problem."

"This is worse than I thought," he sighs. "Umm... Do you need anything, Fin? You know before I like start?"

"Actually my head is killing me right now," I say. He gets up and returns a few minutes later carrying a glass of water, two ibuprofen and another glass of a thick sauce-looking drink.

"Drink up, babe," he hands me the red liquid.
Cautiously, I take a sip.

"God that's disgusting. Was that tomato juice?" I grab the water from him and gulp it to wash out the foul taste.

"Yeah," he smiles sheepishly. "It's supposed to cure hangovers or something like that."

"So you're saying I was drunk off my ass? That's why I'm in your dorm?"

"Not exactly."

"We didn't--"

"I'm not trying to fuck you, Fin,"

"Then what happened?"

He takes a deep sigh. "Okay listen, Fin. I don't know how much you remember of last night. You might not even remember my name," he pauses, "...It's Harry, by the way. Anyway I just don't really know how you're going to react to this, and... just I don't know."

"What did I like puke on some guys shoes, was I that drunk?" I half laugh.

Harry shoots me a serious look then shakes his head. "Fin, you weren't drunk last night. You were drugged."

A/N:

ohhhhh shite. Sorry this was really short. It's late and I'm tired lol. Hope you're enjoying it so far!

~Kenn