But I Love You...

Chapter Twelve

I woke up the next morning passed out on top of a table with Kat. I didn't know what time it was but all I knew was class must be starting soon. I rolled over on the table and looked down at the floor, throwing up all the alcohol I had last night. Kat woke up beside me and held my hair back while I puked my guts out. Once I was done I laid back down on the table looking up at the ceiling. I felt drained and exhausted.

"What happened last night?" I asked her my head pounding.

"Before or after Jeremiah Jackson showed up to talk to you?" She asked me back and I groaned. That actually happened?

"After." I answered remembering everything up until after Jeremiah left.

"We probably have time to catch the last couple of classes we have so if I were you I would get up." She said not telling me anything about last night. I groaned before getting up, my back was killing me from being on the table and my head ached. I never took my school stuff out of my car so I decided to go find my car and get my stuff before heading to class. Once I got my things, I rushed to the bathroom so I could puke again. There was only a couple of girls in the bathroom while I was in there so of course they all left when they heard me puking. Once I was done I went to look in the mirror disgusted with how I looked. I combed my hair out the best I could with my hands and touched up on my makeup so that it would look ok. I grabbed a perfume bottle out of my bag and sprayed it on me trying to make the smell go away but there was no point. I held my head to keep it from pounding while taking a piece of gum out and popping it into my mouth. Should I even go to class like this? I walked out of the bathroom about to go to the class I had at this time but something stopped me. There was some guys whispering about me. Curious to know what they were talking about, I walked over to them.

"Do you have a problem?" I asked them.

"You must be the girl that's getting NFL dick." One of them said to me and the other guy laughed.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"Vanessa!" I heard someone yell but I didn't turn around.

"Jeremiah Jackson actually has a hoe from this campus." the other guy said and they both started dying laughing again.

"Listen you asshole." I said grabbing him by his shirt. "I'm not a hoe and if you spread rumors like that around here I'll cut your dick off."

"Vanessa did you not hear me calling you?" Someone asked before grabbing my arm and pulling me away from the guy. I turned to see Mariah looking at me like I was crazy. She didn't look hung-over or a mess. She looked like she had gotten a good nights sleep.

"Yea Mariah get your friend before I have to get Ethan's girl to fight her." the guy I had threatened said before walking away with his friend.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Mariah asked me.

"I don't know, I woke up in the frat house thinking I could go to class but obviously I should just go home." I told her before trying to walk away but she stopped me again.

''Everyone knows about Jeremiah showing up last night, they either think your dating him or your like his escort or something." She said.

"I am not his escort." I replied.

"I know that but people love to talk and the way you acted at the party last night doesn't help with the rumors." She told me.

"What happened after Jeremiah left?" I asked her not remembering a thing.

"I was about to leave and I bumped into you as you were coming back inside." She said to me like I was suppose to remember.

"Continue."