Caught Up

Chapter Three

Caught Up

Chapter Three

My head pounded as I rested it on the cool porcelain of the toilet seat- disgusting, I know, but right now I was too tired to care. After a few minutes of emptying my guts, I lifted myself up on shaky legs, flushed, and brushed my teeth with my eyes closed because I just couldn't find the energy to hold them open. Isn't that attractive?

It couldn't be any earlier than noon, but having been out until at least three last night, I felt like my hungover self hadn't gotten any sleep. Two words- never again. But even I know that's a lie. Heck, I'll probably be back again within two weeks.

Kaylin and Dawson had been at the truck almost immediately after Connor had called them, and with a don't-ask-long-story look from Connor, we had tore out of the parking lot. Kaylin kept glancing at me on the ride home, but she didn't say anything, much to my surprise. Upon entering my house, my phone buzzed with a text from Connor- when had I gotten his number? I don't even care.

3:07 a.m.

From: Connor

R u ok to b alone? I can sleep on the couch if I need to.

Yep, that's what it said. The bad part? I considered it. Dad wasn't home yet- I'm sure he probably crashed at the station. Maybe I would've let Connor stay, but it didn't take me long to convince myself that I was overreacting, and I simply told him that I was fine and not to worry.

I did have a dream, but instead of Connor saving me, it was Duke that played hero. Which kind of pissed me off. Yeah, I was the one that stupidly followed him, but why does he have to be so attractive? Stupid boy. Since blaming myself is too embarrassing, I'm calling it Duke's fault which means he can't be the one to save me. I mean, what was he doing there anyway? And where did he go?
Scratch that. I don't care. After all, it was his little disappearing act that almost caused me a lot of trouble. I shivered at the thought, ignoring how petty I was being for blaming him for my own stupidity.

Maybe it wasn't even him. I was drunk, I tell myself as I stumble back into my bedroom. It could've been anyone.

Curling up in my thick pink duvet, I decided not to think about it anymore as I allowed my eyes to drift shut. I slept for maybe two hours and when I woke up, my phone was flashing with multiple texts from the girls and even one check-up message from Connor.

Hangover gone, I stood up, shielding my bare shoulders from the cool September air with the fluffy robe off of my bedroom floor. After replying to the texts, I mosied to the bathroom, washed the dried toothpaste off of my chin, and then left to the kitchen just in time for my stomach to growl.

Eggs. Oh, how I loved eggs. They were my after-hangover meal. Lots of salt and pepper. It's a ritual that I started mainly because of how simple eggs were to fix. Shortly after I had finished eating, I received an excited text from Kaylin (the girl didn't suffer from hangovers, like ever, and it's freaking irritating) wanting to know if she could come over. Despite my body begging me to crawl into my bed and stay there until I die, I agreed and before I knew it, the two of us were cuddled up on my couch watching The Vampire Diaries reruns and stuffing our faces with Twix.

And we spent the rest of the day like that, swooning over Damon Salvatore for hours on end until we both fell asleep, wrapped in our blankets and shielded from the world.

*****

Monday morning came before I was ready, and I found myself standing in front of my vanity mirror, curling my hair into flowing ringlets and wishing I could lay back down. Because I was feeling just too lazy to deal with the tightness of my usual denim skinny jeans, I slipped on my grey under armour sweats (probably the most comfortable pair of pants that I own) with a neon orange, athletic-looking pullover that I hardly ever wore.