Why say no?

Am I hearing things or did she say brother?

Liz's P.O.V.

I woke up the next morning with the worst headache of my life.

That would be the last time I mixed liquor when I drink.

I mean me and Jayce weren't thinking about having to go to school the next day but after Lex left, me and him started drinking.

Now I know what you are think "Students and teachers shouldn't drink together, especially when the student is underage. But he is one funny ass person to get drunk with.

I kicked his ass at beerpong, he wooped mine at shot racing, I won again when we played darts, people wonder "How is playing darts a drinking game?" Well my silly friends, if the player made a bullseye, then the other person had to drink.

In the end we just drank, drank, played karoke, drank, then drank, did I mention we drank a shitload? 

We drank Jack D, Jose quervo, Smirnoff, Bud light, Miller light, Wine coolers, that nasty shit Fresia,Hell we drank anything we found in my house.

So anyways, I woke up to the sun shining in threw my blue shades.

I fall onto my cold wood floor and groan, I pull myself up and walk into my closet. I put on a dark blue shirt that says "COOL STORY BRO. Tell it again", my favorite pair of short shorts, and black gladiator sandals.

I walk out and hiss out in pain as the light hits my face, I grab my black aviators and put them on quickly.

I walk downstairs and am immediatly hit with the smell of booze and smoke.

Why does it smell like smoke?

I follow the smell run to my stove, turning it off and throwing the burnt eggs in the trash.

I just shake my head wondering which one of us tried to make eggs.

I look around and don't see Jayce, where the hell was he?

I open the fridge and take out and AMP, I take a sip and walk around the counter.

I fall over a pillow? No, this was to big, I hear a groan and realize it's Jayce.

I laugh and lightly kick him.

"Come on five more minutes mom." He mutters with his eyes still closed.

I try to silence my laughter, I run my hand down his face, stoping at his cheek and slap him with as much force as I could.

He opens his eyes and inhales "What the fuck mom?"

I laugh and shake my head, "Now, now, now is that anyway to speak to your mother?"

He just glares at me and covers his eyes. "What time is it?"

 Shit, I knew I forgot something.

I look at my old wooden clock and see the small hand on six and the big hand on one.

"Um, six o five? Ya, six o five."

"Damnit school starts in twentyfive minutes and I live an hour away, I smell of alcohol, and I am wearing the same clothes I was wearing yesterday. I am so fucked!" He says running a hand threw his sandy hair.

I smile, he reminded me of my dad, when he was stressed or knew he was screwed he would run a hand threw his hair.

I think of my mom, who did she have Matt with? Was this guy hotter than dad? I mean I knew me and Matt had the same birthday, wait, we had the same birthday. He's my twin? So mom didn't cheat on dad at all, but what happened to Matt why or how did we get seperated? O shit this was deep.