His Love

Chapter 14: 'Girl, I only drank three and I feel as good as an arsewipe.'

Chapter 14:" Girl, I only drank three and I am feeling as good as an arsewipe."

I never drink more than one or two cups in a party. I've gone to many parties with my friends but I've never consumed more than two glasses.

A big reason of this was that mom was very strict about consuming the alcohol. It's legal to drink after sixteen but mom never let me get very drunk or wasted.

But now that I was here and no one was stopping me, I drank three cups (which I assume, were very heavy drinks). It was also Friday night so I drank without thinking of the consequences.

But I am heavily regretting it now. Today, when I woke up, my head was feeling like some blue whales were having a tea party in my head. I got up to see the time, which was a very big mistake. It made my headache ten times worse.

So now I am lying in my bed, eyes wide open but not even an ounce of motivation to get up from the bed. But I know that Ally is sleeping in her bed because a light sound of snoring is filling the whole room.

I fish out my phone from my pocket to see the time. I squeeze my eyes, as the light from the mobile was making them burn. And I am not a vampire.

I groan when I see the time. It's half past two. Oh God, how long was I out? I groan and get up; realizing that laying in my bed won't do any good. The headache multiplies again but I push it down. Stretching, I get out of my bed and open the curtains which refused to let the sunshine in.

"Why am I feeling like that someone is drilling a hole in my head?" Ally asks her voice groggy from the sleep and probably her hangover.

"Trust me, I am not feeling better," I try to emit out laugh but my head hurts too much. "Do we have some painkillers?" I groan as a throbbing pain crosses my head.

Ally nods her head, covered by her long ginger hairs which are just looking like a nest. Her eyelids are half closed and she's sitting, leaning on the headboard. She also must have a horrid hangover.

She lazily points towards the cabins in the kitchen, which I rarely acknowledge because I never really cook. I've tried many times to cook but the results have been as good as multiplying by zero.

So kitchens are not really my thing. I slowly make my way towards the cabins and find some aspirin there. I toss two to Ally so she can catch it but fails miserably when they hit her on the head.

"Ow!" She screams like someone has hit her with a hammer. Rolling my eyes, I pick two glasses and fill them with water from the sink and then walk towards the bed.

I hand Ally the glass and gulp down the aspirin with water. Ally also does the same and then sighs. "I am never drinking again,"

I nod my head. "But I only drank six or seven glasses, how could they make me so drunk?" She questions herself.

"Girl, I only drank three and I am feeling as good as an arsewipe." I shrug to myself and then put my legs on the bed and continue to finish the water in the "Yeah, you were totally drunk. I mean who would kiss a guy? Especially when everyone's watching you and dancing on a romantic song. Girl you totally rocked."

I spit back the water in the glass and choke on it. Ally's eyes widen and she rushes to me. "Are you okay?" She asks me, her voice full on genuine concern and worry.

After some minutes, when my coughing fit subsides, I take deep breaths to regular the oxygen in my body. My hangover just multiplied.

"You are kidding right?" I ask Ally, praying to God that she's kidding. I don't remember anything after I collided with the witchy duo and then dancing on the dance floor.