Addict. (DNF ANGST)

Chapter 9

♡Clay pov♡

I slowly opened my eyes, feeling a headache pound into my skull. I was lying on someone's chest. I looked to see it was George.

Okay, we both have our clothes on. How did we end up in the same bed?

I sat up, making my head throb even more. I shut my eyes and leaned my face into my hands. I felt him shift a bit.

"Are you okay?" He asked groggily.

"My head hurts." I mumbled.

He got off the bed, and I heard him shut the curtains. I pulled my hands away from my face.

"Is that better?" He asked.

I nodded painfully.

"Give me your keys. I'll go get stuff for a hangover." He said.

I was in too much pain to question if he even had a license. I groaned and laid back down, pointing to my keys on my desk. He grabbed them and put his shoes on.

"I'm a good driver, I swear. I'll be back soon. Just rest. The bucket is still there if you feel sick." He told me.

"Mhm." I mumbled.

He left, and my phone began ringing. I grabbed and accepted the call without looking at who it was.

"What?" I asked.

I put it on speaker.

"Clay? Why do you sound like that?" I heard Sap ask.

"Mmm, hungover." I mumbled.

"What!?" He yelled.

I winced at the pain in my head.

"You got drunk?" He asked.

"Yeah." I muttered.

"With who?" He asked.

"George. He just left to get things to help. I don't feel good." I told him.

"Okay, good. He's taking care of you. Karl wants to talk to you." He said.

"Hello?" Karl asked.

"What?" I replied.

"Did George spend the night?" He asked.

"Mhm." I hummed.

"Did he tell you why?" He asked.

"I don't remember." I answered honestly.

"Is he okay, though?" He asked.

"Yeah." I mumbled.

"Good. Go to sleep." He demanded.

He hung up, and I put my phone on do not disturb. I tossed it off my bed and onto the floor, not wanting to look at the screen. I shut my eyes.

He'll be able to get in. My dorm key is on my car keys.

15 minutes passed, and I couldn't go to sleep. I heard my door being unlocked, and it opened. The light from the hallway flooded my room and made pain shoot through my head. He quickly shut the door and set a grocery bag on my desk along with my keys.

"Can you sit up for me?" He asked softly.

I slowly sat up. He handed me a juice box, which he had already put the straw in, so it wasn't a hassle for me. He opened a pack of crackers and gave them to me as well. Then, he opened a bottle of Advil and handed me 2 pills. I took them with the juice box.

"Eat some of those crackers and then go back to sleep." He instructed.

He opened my mini fridge and got out bottled water. He set it on my nightstand. I finished the juice box and started on the crackers.