Hailsmith Academy

Chapter 31: Unraveled

The party was still going strong at two in the morning.

All of the guys were absolutely wasted, stumbling around the room and yelling way too loudly. If someone complained right now, we would definitely be fucked.

After playing over three rounds of beer pong with Jeremiah, I had taken a huge tip into my drunkenness scale. It had been hours of all of us playing more games, dancing to music and taking a lot of shots. I'd had about a pint of whiskey, two shots and god knows how many beers; but surprisingly, I was holding up quite well.

I sat down on one of the beds, laughing manically at something Davidson said. I don't even think it was supposed to be funny, but all of us were laughing hysterically. None of us knew why.

Jeremiah was standing in the balcony with Jason and Christopher, the three of them smoking cigarettes and laughing as well. Astonishingly, nothing had happened between my brother and I. We were both so wasted, that none of us were really bothered with each other. Except for that one beer pong game, I hadn't interacted with him at all. It's the best I could have honestly hoped for.

I walked around in a daze for a while, letting the strobe lights flash across my closed eyelids, in dancing colours of red, purple and blue. I felt a strange sense of complete exhilaration, smiling at nothing at all. I took in a deep breath, taking in the intoxicating smell of liquor mingled with the fresh night air from the balcony. Man, I really love being drunk.

I got the sudden urge to take a piss really bad. I floated across to the bathroom, pulling down on the handle but it was locked. I swore, tapping my legs nervously against the floor. I couldn't take it anymore, deciding to walk down the hallway to my room and use the bathroom there instead.

I dazedly made my way to my room, thankfully finding the right door and using my keycard to swipe it open. I quickly went in, finishing my business and standing up to look at myself in the mirror, leaning with both my hands gripping the sink. I stupidly smiled at myself, my eyes shifting in and out of focus. I must say, there is nothing more humbling than a drunken bathroom experience. I continued to gaze at myself- my upturned lips, my hair sticking up entirely on the left side of my head; the beads of sweat dripping down my face. The whole experience felt oddly titillating.

I heard a scuffling noise outside, snapping back to reality as I grabbed the door handle, slowly turning it. I was about to pull the door wide open, when I heard hushed voices whispering. I quickly stopped myself, leaving the door barely cracked open so I could hear.

"Just give me the damn thing, all right? Here's your bloody money."

"No problem, man. Here, enjoy."

"The fuck were you thinking, coming to my hotel room?"

"Sorry brother. I have other orders. See you."

I heard the sound of footsteps, then a door being pulled open and shut. I tried to figure out who the voices belonged to, but my fuzzy brain couldn't figure it out. I cracked the door open a little more, only to find Jason standing alone in the middle of the room with a something in his hand. He went to a part of the room I couldn't see from my angle, the door opening and shutting again a few seconds later.

What just happened?

I attempted to walk out of the bathroom, when suddenly a wave of nausea surged through me, overpowering my senses as I heaved, immediately spinning around and throwing up into the toilet.

I coughed, standing up and washing my mouth once I was done puking out my intestines. Holy shit, that felt terrible. I went to my bed, scrambling around in my bag for a breath mint and popping it in my mouth. I walked back to the party room, feeling slightly less inebriated. I must have removed some of the alcohol I'd put into my body. However, I'd absorbed way too much into my bloodstream for me to magically become sober.