Fuck Hangovers . ; Special Chapter !

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Special Chapter!

Okay, so this chapter is just one of McKenzie’s average days . I’m not really into writing scenes , so this might suck . Lmfao . If it does, complain!

* AND * If you look to the left , there’s a lovely slideshow of She Doesn’t Care , book covers made by your fellow Wattpaders! - I sound so stupid , I know ,

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Going on!

Do you think I should put a picture of McKenz , or no ? I kinda want you to imagine whoever you want while reading , so you feel more connected . But , if you want a solid person , I’ll put one up .

Here’s the chapter . (:

 

 

I woke up and blinked my eyes rapidly . Who in there right fucking mind left their curtains open after a night of partying ?

I got my answer as soon as I looked down . I was completely bare of clothes , and so was the stranger sleeping on top of me .

Oh , him .

I studied him for a second , and decided he wasn’t that bad of a catch . Kind of attractive actually . - I may just leave him my number .

I gently tried to roll him off myself , well as gently as you can roll someone eighty pounds heavier than you , and that wasn’t gentle at all . He unfortunately woke up before he was all the way off .

“ What the fuck ? “ he questioned me , confused .

“ That’s what I’m saying! “ I exclaimed . “ Now get off me so I can leave . “ I continued , as he looked at me strangely . “ Please ? “ I tired again when he didn’t move .

He finally moved , and I got up not bothering to cover my body up . He saw it all last night , anyway.

As soon as I stood up straight , my head was attacked by a pulsing throb in the back of my head .

Fuck hangovers .

I found all my clothes on the floor , except for my shirt . ‘ What the fuck . ‘ I thought . I grabbed his , which was close to my clothes .

I looked at him while I put the clothes on and told him, “ I’ m taking your shirt , it’s probably your fault mines missing . “

He didn’t say anything in reply but looked at me , than stared up at the ceiling blankly .

‘ I’m definitely not leaving him my number now . ‘ I thought wile grabbing my bag off the bureau , and walking out of the room .

Whew! Someone’s not going to be happy about cleaning all this up . All I saw was red cups littering the floor , clothes all over the place , and three drunk people passed out in random positions . I step into the living room and the smell of stale cigarettes , weed , beer , and throw-up assault my nose .

Ew .

I got out of that house as soon as I could , found the address , and called a cabby .

I had no clue where I was , or how the fuck I got there .

It didn’t matter anyway .

As soon as I got home , I took a shower , got presentable , and than took my birth control and an aspirin .

I left my bathroom and was greeted by my mother stumbling out of her room , holding her head .

Look who had a hangover , again .

She looked up at me , saw me , and went back into her room .

Fucking crazy bitch .

I went downstairs and got my bag , heading towards the backdoor . Unfortunately , right before I got outside , my mother came out of hiding again .

“ Where the fuck do you think your going ? You weren’t home all night , you get here , use my water to clean your disgusting self , and than leave again . Who the fuck do you think you are ? “ she complained .

I ignored her and shut the door , walking to my shed . I pulled out a bag of weed and my bowl from my bag , and it packed it .

I spent the next forty minutes smoking by myself . That was , until my brother found me .

“ Hoggin’ all the drugs there , McKenz ? “ he joked as he took my bowl from me , and handed me a Newport short . “ Don’t mind if I do , thank you for asking . “ he said, like an idiot , as he took a hit .

I’m happy to say , that’s all we did for quite awhile . Smoke and talk . Till we both ran out of weed , and than I made a call .

Twenty minutes later , we were driving down a dirt road , hot boxing the truck with a blunt .

I love my brother .

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