Getting Back at Tyler Wilson

chapter 7: The Hangover

(Copyright) © 2011 Candle_Ice

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Chapter 7

Lynn had the hangover of a century! After Tyler dropped her off for her drinks date, she had a few more shots than was necessary and was now regretting that decision, if the pounding in her head was anything to go by.

The last thing she remembered was him staying for a drink with Stella, Julia and herself, and then leaving. When he left, she related about the so called gallery location he had taken her to. She used the term ‘gallery’ very loosely. After that she didn’t recall seeing her glass empty, though she was extremely thirsty all of a sudden.

She complained to Stella and Julia, and drank because her career was dependant on this art show, and so far, she wasn’t sure Tyler was as good an agent as everyone thought he was. At least that’s what she kept telling herself. She knew for a fact she wasn’t drinking to forget that momentary lapse when she felt a shiver and a spark for him again.

No! She was worried about her job. That’s it!

The pounding in her head became more insistent as she sat up in her bed. Looking around at her surroundings she realised that she wasn’t in her bed, or even her room. She was in Stella’s. Not remembering how she got there, but thankful she didn’t end up on the couch and with a kink in her neck, she made to get up. This would have been an easy task if not for the fact that the room was spinning and Lynn had lost her sense of balance. So she was only half surprised when she fell face-first to the ground.

“Good morning sunshine,” a dreadfully cheery voice said to her.

Lynn groaned, but made no move to get up. Her hangover, coupled with her confusing feeling was having a toll on her, so she decided it was best to just stay where she was.

“Up you go!”

There was that dreadfully annoying, totally non-hangover voice again. What was worse was that the owner of the voice was now helping her up, spinning room and all.

Stella Carter was no longer a friend of hers, Lynn thought bitterly, as Stella helped her to an upright position.

“Whoa. Room Spinning. Head pounding. Not-” Lynn stumbled out of Stella’s hands and fell back down to her previous position. “-helping,” she finished. “Ouch.” She added belatedly when her foggy brain started to function.

Stella stood over her with a hand covering her mouth, looking a bit shocked. She hadn’t realised Lynn was that drunk last night. Her singing ‘Last Friday Night’ at the top of her lungs and way off key should have been a hint, but Stella just chalked that down to it being Friday night.

Debating whether or not to help her up again, Stella gave a decisive nod and left. Lynn seemed content to just lie on the floor as the room spun madly on. Thoughts about random things kept coming and going from her mind. Thoughts about high school, thoughts about that night at graduation, thoughts about meeting Tyler... No wonder she had a headache. She didn’t think an aspirin would help her either. What she needed was Dr. Phil!

The smell of coffee had Lynn focussing on the rich aroma. Stella returned and placed two mugs on her bedside table, and knelt down beside Lynn. Helping her to a sitting position, Stella braced her back to the bed’s side, and stretched her feet out in front of her.

Placing a mug into her palm, and then taking hers, Stella also sat down besides Lynn, mimicking her position.

Inhaling the coffee’s refreshing smell, Lynn took a sip. “Stella Carter, you are the bestest friend a girl could ever want.”