It's not just complicated, it's a disaster

Disaster (Chapter Seven)

Chapter Seven

Alex’s P.O.V

I don’t think I’ve ever felt worse. My head hurt, and everything suddenly sounded about ten times louder than it actually was. I sat up slowly, surveying what was going on around me. Harriet? Really, Harriet, what the hell is she doing here?

“Harriet!” I yelled, but then regretted it because it made my head spin.

“Whoa- what, oh, Alex,” she sighed, after jumping violently and then sitting up.

“What are you doing?” I whispered this time.

“I must’ve fell asleep, do you remember anything?” she asked.

I kind of shook my head, but I could only shake my head so far without making it hurt.

“Do you remember drinking?” she asked slowly.

“Okay, of course I remember that… and even if I didn't I’d realise I have the biggest hangover in the world,” I pointed out. Almost big enough to stop me from drinking ever again.

“Right… so you don’t remember Zeke and me finding you-?” she started to ask.

“Zeke found me!” I practically screamed.

“Yeah, he was there,” Harriet nodded.

I groaned and lied back down on my pillow. No, no, no, no! Why did Zeke have to find me? I didn't want him to see me like that.

“You didn't say anything, did you?” I asked.

“No,” Harriet answered, making me sigh in relief. “Claire did though.”

“What?” I asked, sitting back up. Ow, my head!

“Claire told Zeke everything,” she said.

“So she told him your theories about me? I don’t want Zeke getting into my life,” I said.

“He’s already in life, Alex… he’s a big part of life,” Harriet pointed out.

“He’s part of four months of my life,” I muttered.

“No,” she disagreed. “What about everything before that? What about everything that happened in those four months? Alex, he’s worried about you… he asks about you all the time, and I can’t answer him because I don’t know what’s going on with you, Alex.”

“There is nothing going on with me,” I said annoyed. “There’s nothing he really needs to know.”

“If you say so,” Harriet said, standing up. “By the way he took your car… actually his car.”

“Fine with me,” I said harshly.

“Whatever, Alex. I’ll see you at school,” she said.

“Bye.”

Harriet literally slammed door, okay she might not have slammed the door, but to me, because of my stupid hangover, it felt like she did. I groaned and knew this was going to be a long day, I had a lot to deal with, and it’s some stuff I rather wouldn’t deal with.

How I got to school, is a mystery. I remember Claire telling me it was my fault I felt horrible (I’m pretty sure she actually used a swear word there) and that I still had to go to school, so when I found myself standing in front of my locker, sunglasses still on, I knew this hangover was worse then I first intended.