I woke up. Serenity all around me. Not like earlier, or yesterday or.. I had lost track of time. You know that feeling you get when you wake up after a nap? And you don't know what time, day, week, month or maybe even year it is? That's how I felt. It took me a while to become accustomed to the fact that I was lying in my own bed, in my very own room.
The duvet was wrapped tightly around me. My skin was clammy and my wavy hair was stuck to my dank shoulders. But somehow I was still slightly freezing.
A sick feeling welled up in my stomach, causing me to crouch together with a whimper. My head was bouncing and nearly every part of me was aching. What did I do last night? I could hardly remember a thing.
A horrified feeling rose inside of me. What if? I attempted to change my position and turn around, which wasn't that easy, considering my sore body. To my relief, no one was sharing the bed with me. I let out a sigh.
An annoying noise interrupted my tranquility. On the other side of the room, my bag was vibrating. I was too confused about the situation to realize that the buzzing was caused by my phone. I dragged the covers up to shield my face, but as I was lying there, the buzz continued, only worsening my headache.
I groaned in frustration as I coerced myself up in a sitting position. By the time I had got on my feet, my phone was still fussing. I shakily faltered over to my bag, and as I started to open it, my cell subsided. I reached my hand inside, seeking for it.
You know that saying, that a woman's entire life is in her purse? Well, that does not apply to me. Surprisingly actually, bearing in mind that I am a sort of untidy person. Or, to put it into words, lazy. I honestly don't like having all of my belongings on display, but on the other hand, I'm too slothful to actually do anything about it.
But back to my purse. I hardly use purses so, there's another reason why mine is so tidy. All there is in it, is my phone, a pen and my wallet, containing all sorts of various important stuff I need to bring everywhere I go.
My fingers wrapped around the cold square object and snapped it out. I was surprised by the number of missed calls and incoming messages. The most redoubtable thing, was the calls from my mum. She had actually called me thirteen times. A few from yesterday, an a couple from this morning.
I swallowed in dread before dialing her number and turning on the speakers. It didn't take my mum long to pick up the phone.
"Penelope Anne Callaghan" by the sound of her voice and her choice of putting my whole name to use, I knew what she had in store for me, was not good news. "You should be ashamed young lady! Taking advantage of my absence, and go to a party. And none the less, getting drunk! Are you aware of your actions?" she barked, causing me to turn down the volume.
"I'm sorry" I muttered.
"You are grounded for a week, starting now! But I have to hang up. There's a frozen pizza in the freezer, and for God's sake, eat something. I don't want you ending up with an eating disorder!" she snapped before hanging up.
My mum seems to think that I'm going to be anorexic. Which is insane. I eat like a pig. There is no way I can possibly end up like her. Yes. My mum used to be anorexic when she was my age. And now, she has a constant fear of me following in her footsteps.
She knows how much I dislike frozen pizzas. It's probably her way of getting back at me for what I did yesterday. It's either that, or a desperate attempt to make me gain weight. Which once again is insane, because I'm perfectly fine. The only thing it leads to is overweight, which I'm trying to avoid. So far with success.
I went through the rest of the missed calls. A couple from Evelyn, and that's it. Except of the horde of texts though..
I scrolled through my inbox, starting with Evelyn. 'Hey how are you? Did you get home safe?'. Huh.. I thought we drove home together, at least we were supposed to. I started typing.
'Yeah I'm okay, what happened last night?'. While waiting for an answer, I moved on to the next message. From Dominic. 'Good morning! Hope you're not feeling too bad? Is there anything you need, I would gladly stop by? xx'. Oh that's right, we kissed last night. I had another one from Dominic.
'That's it, I'm coming over! Bringing chocolate!'. I gasped, the message was sent thirty six minutes ago. I couldn't allow myself to look like this in front of him. I hadn't had a view in the mirror yet, but I knew very well that I was not a pretty sight at the moment.
I threw the phone on my bed before checking any more messages and hurried to find something decent looking in my closet. But before I managed to pick something out, the doorbell rang. My head still bouncing, I limped down the stairs and stood in front of the door. Carefully, I turned the handle around and opened the door ajar.
"Hello?" I asked, not showing myself.
"Hey, would you mind if I came in?" Dominic's voice was not to be mistaken.
"Actually, it's a very bad time. I.." I was interrupted by Dominic's head, peeping through the open crack.
"You don't have to get all dressed up and pretty in front of me. I don't mind" he laughed, squeezing in though the door, locking it behind him. I realized that I was wearing sweatpants and an 'I love 1D' shirt. I couldn't even remember putting it on.
"I don't feel well, I don't want to bother you" I mumbled, looking away from his gaze, embarrassed of my appearance.
"That's what I'm here for, to make you feel better" he smiled before taking my hand and leading me back up to my bed room.
