Arabella - Toxicity

9. Bar Boy?

Tw: ED
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Miles' party was yesterday, and everyone was probably fucking hungover, Matt and Breanna was at least. I been drunk yesterday too, but thanks to a certain guy that didn't happen.

I had been up since 5 AM, my stupid inside clock was still set to British time. I hadn't been very productive in the time, I watched some Tom and Jerry - yes I watch cartoons, don't act like you don't enjoy them too - and gotten myself a glass of water. I was hungry, so fucking hungry, but Alex made it clear to me yesterday that no guy would want a girl with my body type. I wouldn't call myself fat, nor skinny, something in between, I was skinny fat, or fat skinny? I don't know what the fuck it's called. But even when I look at people who are skinny fat, I feel heavier, and there was no way a guy would want that.

I sighed to myself as I heard footsteps going down the stairs, they had been up for a good hour, they had probably been shagging or some shit.

"You guys look wonderful" I say sarcastically, not even giving them a look. I knew they looked like shit, I've seen them with a hangover before.

"You probably don't look as hot as Breanna when you're hungover" Matt said defensively and I could feel the sexual tension between them, it made me wanna gag. I found them cute and all that, just not when I'm the only other person in the room.

"Don't get hangovers, something about my enzymes breaking down the alcohol quicker than other people" It was true, no matter how much I drank, I'd always wake up the next day feeling fine. The closest I've ever been to a hangover was a little dizziness but that disappeared once I got water.

First time I had gotten drunk was with Nick and the girlfriend he had at the time. We had been at some kind of bar I was definitely too young to be at, and they got me drunk 'for the fun of it'. The next day they wanted to annoy me by playing loud sounds, and when I didn't react to them they asked me a bunch of questions. Nick called our cousin who was a doctor and asked her about it, we bet 50£ on if I was lying or not, those were the best 50£ in my life.

"Liar" Matt said plopping down beside me while Brianna went to the kitchen for pain killers and water for them.

"Wanna bet?" I asked with a smirk on my face glancing over at him. His hair was all messy, more than usual, and he had the biggest eye-bags under his eyes, they were all dark and grey. I was confused as to why Brianna could look at something like that and kiss it, how anyone could really. I'm not just talking about Matt, I'm talking about every human being, especially me.

"100£" Matt smirked at me, oh it was gonna be nice to see his shocked face. I called Nick to ask him about it, he responded with that I didn't get hangovers, then when Matt didn't like that answer I called my cousin, who said the exact same thing. He still doubted me so he searched on Google, once again, I won.

"I fucking hate ya'" Matt said angrily handing over my money. Maybe I should do this more often; bet with people about weird things.

Even though it was hot and sunny outside we all three stayed in and watched cartoons. Honestly we got tired of Tom and Jerry pretty quickly and Breanna put on a Disney movie, met with let out a loud groan from Matt.

Honestly it was boring, like really fucking boring, sure I could lay down doing nothing for days but something about this was so fucking boring it wasn't even funny. I don't even know why it was boring, maybe it was cause I'd just gotten used to having Alex making me laugh all the time. Alex. He was confusing. We were confusing. It was probably my own fault for getting hurt, giving him another chance. And who am I kidding? Why would a world famous rockstar like a mere hair stylist, who isn't even a hair stylist yet. I hurt myself. He hurt me. We hurt me. I didn't ever wanna see him again, but I knew that was impossible; he was one of my brother's best friends after all.