Lake House Love

Chapter 5

I felt like spinning, I couldn't focus on where I was and what just happened that caused me to be in this situation. I can still remember that I was heading towards the school clinic and then my crush was talking to me, no, he was actually scolding me because he thought I was loitering during class hours.

I can't remember what happened right after that. It was like I was in a very deep and peaceful slumber a while ago. For the last time, I closed my eyes and slowly opened them but the feeling of nausea is still there. I tried to get myself up but my head felt so heavy like it had been filled with gallons and gallons of water, my sluggish movements only made the feeling worse. For a first time heavy drinker, all my reactions came out like a totally late-bloomer. Pssh!

"How are you feeling now? Does your head still hurt?" Aian asked as he looked at me like I was some kind of foreign Martian who just arrived at planet Earth.

"I need to get up, I think I'm going to throw up." I covered my mouth the moment I finished talking. I saw the nurse entering the room and bringing an aluminum tray containing a glass of water and a piece of tablet covered in foil.

Aian stood up from his chair and took my hands, slowly assisting me up. I saw his eyes filled with concern and for a split second I felt like heaven as our hands held, the timing was just so bad and unromantic.

Still weak, I tried to push him out of my way but I can't seem to find the sink so I just hurried outside the clinic and right there and then all the food I ate for this week splattered continuously unto the ground.

I already lost count the interval record of lap times from my vomit-stopwatch as I puked endlessly and stopped and puked again and stopped and then puked for the Nth time like there's no more tomorrow.

I was so teary-eyed and my throat was like it was slashed in many bloody pieces by the time my puke-marathon finally came to an end. I felt so bad, my throat hurts so much and my head is still so heavy.

It's a good thing Aian was there all along, rubbing my back and holding my long hair neatly up my head. Kind enough, the nurse gave me tissues to rub off the stinky vomit smeared on my face. I took several deep breaths before finally going back inside the clinic.

"Are you alright? You look so pale. Aish, girls! You drink too much and act so hot like you can handle yourselves very well! Look what it's done to you now!" Aian asked, grabbing the tissue on my hand and throwing it into the nearby trashcan. He was about to sit on the bench beside me, but he changed his mind and remained standing the millisecond he saw me staring furiously at him.

If looks can kill, he'd be surely gasping for his breath right this very minute. So much for euthanasia and all this mercy-killing cheesy stuff, his heart would probably just stop beating after being hit with my freeze ray eyes.

"Yah! You wanna die? You have such big girly mouth to speak to me like that?!" I emphasized with such unlady-like voice, still staring coldly at him.

"Whoa! O-okay...easy there tigress!" Aian raised both his hands in surrender and pointed towards the nurse, amused smile appeared on his still-handsome face.

I approached the table and explained to the petite nurse that I was just having some issues with my migraine disorder. Of course I didn't totally tell her the truth that I was actually heavy drinking last night, and thankfully she believed me. She gave my medications and lectured me some helpful medical advice before finally releasing me.

***

Actually, I was with my cousin Clark last night. I was drowning myself to death with almost four to five or was it six to seven bottles of Stallion beer. I'm not really used to heavy drinking, but I couldn't seem to brainstorm how I ended up doing all that. Right there, I spilled all my emotions about my secret feelings and depressions about Aian. Downright stupid and finally sober, Clark drove me back home without being caught by my overprotective parents. Slowly, I went inside my room and jumped into my bed -- with an empty stomach, shirt and pants still on.