Partners ≡ Nick Robinson

eleven

Remind me to never drink alcohol ever again.

I lay underneath my covers and bury my face deep into the pillow. My head throbs with pain as I try to force myself to sleep again.

I reminisce on the events that took place last night. The only thing I could remember was Drew asking me to be his girlfriend in front of everybody. After that, all I did was drown myself in vodka and beer. I strictly told myself last night that I wasn't going to get drunk. However as much as I don't like alcohol, I needed some liquid courage in me. After Drew's big stunt, everybody began to talk to me. People I would never even think would say a word to me. And being the awkward person I am, I wouldn't have been able to converse with anyone if I was sober.

I don't even completely remember how I got home either. I think one of Lydia's friends who was mildly sober was able to carpool a bunch of people home. That's the last time I am ever going to agree to being in a car with a person who isn't 100% sober. I could have died, now that I think about it.

A knock on my door causes me to groan. I bury myself deeper under my covers.

"Jordan are you feeling okay? I hear uncle Jim's voice from the door.

"I'm not feeling too great. I think I'm just gonna stay in bed today."

"Do you have a cold? Do you want any medicine?" He asks.

"No- no! I'm fine. Just some...cramps." I lie. "I'll be fine later!"

"Alright then. Get some rest. I'll be downstairs if you need me. It's my day off today."

"Thanks uncle Jim."

As I hear footsteps descend down the stairs, I slowly lift my head from the sheets. I can't let them see me like this. They have no clue that I even went to a party last night. I lied saying I was going over to Lydia's place. Luckily when I came home drunk as ever, they were both fast asleep.

My body and hair reek of alcohol and sweat. Mainly sweat. My body aches and I feel drowsy as ever. I painfully attempt to get out of bed to check myself in the mirror.

Like I expected, my eyes are bloodshot red and my hair is in a thousand knots. I don't even know how I managed to put myself into my pyjamas last night. I flop back underneath my covers as I attempt to massage my headache away.

I need Advil and I need it now. Unfortunately I don't have any sort of medication in my room. It's either I admit what happened to my uncle, ask him to buy me Advil and risk getting grounded for the next month OR secretly get somebody to bring me Advil.

Option two is definitely my first choice.

I scroll through my contact list contemplating who should I call first. There's only three people who I would consider calling to help. Lydia, Drew, and Nick.

I first dial Drew. This is my first time calling him through the phone as his official girlfriend. The thought of it makes me nervous.

Sadly however, he doesn't pick up.

I then decide to dial Lydia. She would know exactly how to get rid of a hangover.

But no matter how addicted Lydia is to her phone, she doesn't pick up either.

I probably should have figured that both Drew and Lydia are hungover like crazy. They're both heavy drinkers so I can't even imagine how they would feel.  I don't blame them for not answering my call.

I guess my only option is to call Nick. We didn't get a good chance to say goodbye after the party last night. At least him and I were able to make up before Drew pulled that stunt and before I got drunk. I just hope things between us are okay for real.