intoxicated

four

I wake up the next morning with a pounding headache. Ugh.

I grab my phone and walk downstairs to the kitchen, where a glass of water and a pain killer await me. I mumble a "thanks" to my brother, who's sitting at the table on his phone. He gives me a small nod and tucks his phone away. "So...", he starts, "how'd you get home last night?"

And that's when it all comes back (or, well, most of it, since I'm not sure if I can actually remember everthing). Oh my god. I probably have the most horrified expression on my face, since James starts laughing. "What did you do, sis?"

"I, uhm.." I stutter. Can I tell him? Would he be mad? But then again, Jack's a good guy and his friend, why would he be mad? "I accidentally called the wrong person.." I hint and take a sip water.

James raises his eyebrows. "And that person was...?"

"Jack." The confusion on my brother's face vanishes and he bursts out laughing.

"Oh my god" he says, "You called Jack when you were piss drunk?" And as I don't answer, he adds. "Did you tell him about your crush on him?"

I shoot a glare at him, who is barely contain his laughter and yell "no!". I didn't, right? No. No, I didn't.

"Are you sure?" He teases me, causing me to roll my eyes.

"Yes, shut up." I mumble.

When I was in fifth grade, I used to have the biggest crush on Jack. It was seriously embarassing. I used to stalk him like every time he came to our house and I just cringe whenever I think about it. It was so indiscreet my brother caught on to it pretty quickly and I just pray to god that Jack never noticed, though that would be a miracle. I also don't believe in god, so Jack probably did notice.

After our little conversation, James' phone rings and I can only gather a few words, but all of them sound slightly panicked or nervous. "what?.. yesterday?... I didn't know... I'll be there."

After the call ends, he pretty much storms out of the door, leaving me alone in the house. Which is weird, but it's happened a few times before and I try not to think about it too much. Yet, I can't help but notice how everytime James gets one of those phone calls, he refuses to tell me what they were about, or who he was talking to. But I don't really want to press it, since we tell each other pretty much everything, and if he wants to keep some things to himself he probably had a good reason to. It probably has got something to do with our father and that is why we don't talk about it.

Now alone with my glass of water, I check my phone and go through my messages. I have one from Stacey, saying we have a lot to talk about, and I tell her to come over any time, since no one else is home anyway. My mom is a stewardess, so she's barely at home, and my father, well, he's not here, either.
I also have a few group conversation messages, and then one from Jack - wait, what? Jack and I don't text each other, ever (except it's each other's birthdays, but that's definetly not the case today). I click on the conversation, just to see that I was the one who originally texted first. Yesterday night.

jack ritson

me: tjsnk ypu fir dtiving us jomw!!(!! u r my herrrrpess

Oh wow. Herpes. Great job, Ash. Great job. I seriously need to try that Drunk Mode function they have on iPhones.

Jack: lol no problem. always love being someones herpes :)

me: ahhh sorry about last night!!:/