Fights

Cheese burgers and Harold.

"Callum what the fuck are you doing in bed with me." I gasp in horror. "Oh my god, we didn't do it? did we?" I ask.

Callum smirks and stands up. "If we did, you wouldn't forget it." He winks and walks off towards what I'm guessing is a kitchen. I squint my eyes to try and stop all the light but at the same time still stare at it.

"Hold up, why were we in bed together?" I yell and cringe at the immediate pain that throbs through my head.

"Fuck." I mutter under my breath.
"Callum can you get me something for this hangover it's canes." ( btw guys I don't get hangovers, I'm only going off what I know about them and a little from how I feel when I get migraines)

"Sure thing babe, you almost drank the house out last night." I hear him chuckle in the distance.

My eyes scan the room I'm in and I notice rubbish every where and in amongst that rubbish unconscious bodies, wow shit must have been crazy. I look down at what I'm laying on and see that I am in fact on a couch, I could've sworn it was a bed.

I'm about to tell Callum to hurry up when I feel my tummy stir, then it drops and I get the dreadful feeling that my insides are about to pour out of my mouth.

"Callum!" I yell. "Where's the toilet." I jump up and sprint to the kitchen.
"Why d- oh shit down the hall third door on your left."

I don't even thank him before my feet drag me down the hall and into the toilet cubicle. I fall to my knees and grab onto the sides of the toilet basin, throwing my head over the toilet and hurling the acidic substance that was once in my stomach right into the toilet. This continues for five minutes until I'm left with nothing in my stomach and the occasional dry retch.

I lean back on the wall and scrunch my face up at the taste left in my mouth, acidic flavoured vomit my fucking favourite.

My hand raps around the basin of the toilet again as I pull myself up, I press the button on top of the toilet and flush away my old stomach contents. I wobble out of the toilet room and across the hallway towards the bathroom, I fumble with the door handle and then pull it open.

I face my self in the mirror, yuck I have vomit near the sides of my mouth, eyeliner and mascara smudged everywhere and my face is more pale than a ghost, I guess you could say I'm ready to walk down a runway with a bunch of Victoria secret models. Kidding, I look worse than a piece of dog shit.

The taps screech loudly when I turn them on and I flinch at the sound, my hands fill with icy cold water that I splash on my face feeling slightly refreshed. I lean my face closer to the water and shove it under the tap along with my hands and scrub hard at my face. Getting all the vomit and bad makeup off.

The floorboards under my feet creek with ever step I take, I walk into the kitchen and Callum is sitting at the bench with two cups of water and some aspirins.

"Time to cure that hangover of yours, let's get some Maccas."

****

"Fuck yeah." I mumble with my mouth half full.

"I fucking love cheeseburgers, God created them." I groan as I bite Into what? My third cheeseburger.

I hear Callum laugh a little "has anyone told you that you swear a lot."

I swallow the rest of my cheese burger and look at Callum "fucking oath they have." I yell, then cringe at my headache.

Callum laughs for real now and turns left at the lights. "Wait now hold up." I say eyes wide.

Callum looks at me unsure. "What is it?" My face shrivels in disgust.

"There's pickles in this burger." I groan and pick them out. Then I get the best idea.

I wind Down the window to my car, yes my car, Callum doesn't have one and get this HE ALSO DOESNT HAVE A HANGOVER So he's driving. I pull a pickle out of the burger and throw it at the car next to us. It lands with a splat on the back window. I quickly wind the window up and watch as the driver tries to see where the sound came from.

I wait until the driver is focused on the road again, I go to wind my window down again but it doesn't move. "What the he" realisation hits me.

"Unlock the damn window ass hole." I tell Callum. He looks at me and shakes his head like a boring mum.

"That's irresponsible and rude." He scolds.

I huff. "You're lame." A day and throw a pickle at him. His eyes go wide and he swerves a bit, I burst into a fit of giggles. Callum turns to me and his eyes narrow.

"Are you still drunk?" He asks.

"Are you still in my car?" I ask back.

"Am I still in your- of course I am I'm driving it." He says in an annoyed voice.

"Calm down fuck face, what's the time?" I ask completely oblivious to his first question.

He shakes his head. "11:30"

"OH SHIT I HAVE WORK IN LIKE TEN MINUTES." I yell.

"DRIVE TO THE FUCKING GOODGUYS NOW!!!!!" I command.

We get to the good guys in time. I sprint into work and clock in. I'm about to start on the till when my boss walks over to me. "What the heck are you wearing?" He asks angrily.

I look down at my new dress which now has a stain on it, me being in the still drunken state I am my brain focuses on the stain. "Fuck it's stained." I whine.

"I only bought this yesterday." I start to get grumpy. My boss looks at me astounded.

"I'm sorry Jamie but I can't have my employees setting such a low standard. I'm going to have to let you go." I look up at my boss shocked.

"YOU ARE FIRING ME CAUSE I HAVE A STAIN ON MY DRESS." I yell catching the attention of people around us.

Why would he fire me for a stain on my dress? I didn't put it there.

My boss looks at me mortified. "I am firing you because you showed up to work without the correct uniform, late and you seem to be drunk." I glare at my boss, well ex boss.

"I am not late, I am two minutes early." I yell overly Angry.

"Your shift started at 9:30." He says sternly.

"We don't even open at 9:30." I cry out.

Harold sighs. "Get out now."

"Fuck you Harold." I yell and pull the finger, I turn around to leave the store but not before hearing an angry voice.

"It's Henry for god sakes."

Fuck Henry.

Hey pumpkins , I'm sorry for the crappiness of this chapter I just wanted to give you guys something cause I haven't updated in a long time and I felt bad :').

I don't even know where I am going with this book but let's hope it goes somewhere kinda good.

Cheerio beautiful readers xxx