Hey There Cliché. Fuck Off. [complete]

Chapter Eight: The Morning After

Alright, so for all who are curious about what happened, here you go! Enjoy J

Ah, no. Oh, no. Shit…why me?

            “What happened?” My raspy voice said through my dry throat. I groaned as I lay on the floor in pain with my head throbbing so hard I swear I thought my brain was going to fall out. I squinted my eyes to keep out the bright light.

            “Get up.” I heard a girl snap. I barely opened my eyes more to make out the blurry figure in front of me. Whoever it was had long blonde hair.

            “Where am I?” I asked and coughed afterwards.

            “You’re in my fucking house and you weren’t even invited.” The girl growled. Okay, who was this? I fully opened my eyes and pushed back the pain in order to see who this bitch was.

            Oh….shit. Again. It was Kylie.

            “Look, a lot of people were here. I didn’t come for you.” I said as I struggled to get on my knees. I looked around quickly and noticed that people were scattered all over the place, some unconscious and others just laying there. From the looks of it, I was in the kitchen. The last place I remember of last night.

            “Whatever, I’m too tired and hung-over to care right now. Just get out of my house.” Kylie murmured as she shuffled on her feet and revealed a big white garbage bag tucked in her hand. She got on her knees and began to throw beer cans into the bag.

            “Don’t need to tell me twice. I’ll be on my way.” I yawned and finally got on my feet. Kylie rolled her eyes and continued to clean up. I almost felt bad for her…

            “Need some help?” I asked and stretched my arms. I looked around, was Beth here with me, too? Or did she leave me?

            “From you? No. Just go away.” Kylie snorted. I shrugged and made my way through the house in search of Beth…and a clock. What time was it?

            I went into the living room and felt in my pocket for my phone. It was turned on and sticky…beer….great. A missed call and three texts. The call was from my dad, one text from Beth, and two from Sydney. I guess I’m going to have to call my dad later on today.

            HOW ARE YOU GOING TO GET HOME NOW?-Sydney.

            What is Sydney talking about?

            DON’T WORRY. I’LL TRY TO CALM BETH DOWN. APOLOGIZE AFTERWARDS.- Sydney.

            Okay hold on! What?

            FIND YOUR OWN RIDE HOME, CONSIDERING YOU DON’T EVEN NEED ME ANYMORE.-Beth.

            Now, as confused as I was, I couldn’t help but feel really bad, and I didn’t even know what Beth was talking about. I dialed Sydney.

            “Hello?” She answered.

            “I woke up in Kylie’s. What happened last night?” I asked, the curiosity was seriously itching at me.

            There was a pause, and then I heard Sydney sigh. “You really don’t remember, huh?”

            “No, I really don’t. The last thing I remember was that I told Beth I didn’t want to leave the party. That’s it.” I replied.

            “Wow, well I don’t know where to begin.” Sydney said.

            “Just tell me, please. I can handle it.” I begged. I really wanted to know, especially since Beth was angry at me for a reason I’m was not aware of at the time.