I Hate You, but I Love You!

Chapter Seven: Weird Feeling's

I woke up to sunlight shining through my window. I rolled over, wiped drool off my cheek and grudgingly attempted to lift myself up.

I glanced over at Clair's bed, where I saw her sprawled out, sleeping. Her arm and leg were dangling off the edge of the bed and her mouth was gapping open. Had it not been for the growing headache I would have laughed.

I looked at my alarm. It was 8:32AM. I sighed and lifted myself up, causing my head to pulse. The sunlight was too bright and I had to squint as I trudged out of bed.

Clair moaned. I started walking towards the bathroom when I heard her muffled voice say, "How the hell are you up so early?"

I chuckled, which caused my head to pulse some more. I massaged my temples as I did my business in the bathroom. I washed my face and brushed my hair and teeth. My hair took a while, so as I brushed it I stared at my bloodshot eyes.

The night played out in my head. It all flooded in and I winced. I sighed as I stared at myself in the mirror. The way I looked now reminded me of my high school years, where I was all messed up and lost and this sort of thing was usual for me.

Clair knocked on the door and told me to hurry up. I repressed all the unwanted memories and opened the door.

When Clairissa saw me she started laughing.

"You look like hell." She giggled.

I rolled my eyes and gave her a grungy, "Thanks."

I walked past her and went to my dresser in search of my sunglasses. Clair shrugged her shoulders childishly and followed me, suppressing a smile.

"Sooo was it fun? You wanna tell your pal Clair the deetz?" She was almost bouncing as she was talking. I repressed the urge to role my eyes again.

I sighed. " Can we just get some coffee or breakfast or whatever first and I'll tell you everything that happened then?"

She smiled knowingly and nodded. I turned a little too quickly which caused my head to pulse harder.

"C'mon. Hurry up so I can get some good eggs and stories." Clair said as she started getting ready.

I rolled my eyes again.

We sat in the dorms cafeteria, as I watched Clair eat her eggs and I tried not to puke. I slurped my coffee gingerly and kept my sunglasses on.

Clair looked at me and laughed again.

"Are you going to stop doing that?" I snapped.

Clair laughed again. "If you saw yourself, you'd laugh too. You look like a miserable slash angry old cat lady, if that makes sense."

I gave her a weird look. "It doesn't." I said, but smiled anyway.

I wondered how long it had been since I experienced a hangover. It's definitely been a while, and I've certainly not had one this bad in ages.

"So are you gonna quit stalling and tell me what happened?" Clair asked, interrupting my thoughts.

I chewed on my lip and started talking. Clair stared at me intently as I spoke and added her comments and opinions every couple of seconds.

"Damn, girl. Looks like you had one hell of a night. Can we track down this Alex guy and beat the shit out of him? I would love that."

I chuckled and nodded while I swirled my coffee, already anticipating Clair's long response.

"And oh my god, Brian Villamor is so fucking hot. I can't even believe - oh, by the way, I have a story about him - and Jesus Christ the coincidences that occurred to you - or maybe it was, you know destiny or some crap like that - and you actually made out with James! He probably dreamt of that moment for weeks - hope he actually remembers it - and Hazel got her heart broken by a guy that wasn't even hers - oh boo hoo - no offense but I think that's really dumb - like girl sit down and stop being so overemotional - and I still think that we need to do something about that Alex guy. If we ever find him I can always ask Mark to give him a nice black eye..."

I listened to Clair chatter away and take pauses while she ate. As she spoke she waved her fork around which caused me to shift my sitting position away from the table. While I listened I tried dulling my headache by sheer will and restraining the memories from flooding back into my brain.

"So, Brian Villamor seems to have taken an interest in you. Are you going to do anything about it?" She asked.

I rolled my eyes. "He's trouble, Clair. He's only taken an interest in me because I'm probably the only girl on campus that he hasn't had a go at."

She made a face. "Not true. He hasn't had a go at me."

"Because you haven't been single in a year."

She smiled. "True. But if I ever do get single, Brian Villamor is definitely on my to-do list."

I laughed. "Whatever. I probably won't ever see him anyway. Frankly I embarrassed myself quite enough in front of him to last me a long time."

"I doubt that you won't see him again. I don't know Chloe, he was looking at you funny back at the coffee shop. I mean, he walked in, took a look around, spotted you and - I don't know."

I felt my heart rate involuntarily pick up. Stop, I told it, but it wouldn't listen.

Determined to remain unaffected, I took a sip of my coffee and said, "If he actually wanted to get to know me, or whatever it is you're implying, he wouldn't have acted that way back when we were in the kitchen. He's just an asshole Clair. An asshole that's used to things going his way and getting what he wants."

Clair rolled her eyes and I chuckled to myself because it was a habit she acquired from me. I started repressing everything, like I always did when unwanted emotions or thoughts invaded.

Clair raised an eyebrow. "You seem to have a pretty strong opinion of him for someone who's only spoken to him two or three times." I willed my face not to go red and shrugged.

She shook her head slightly. "Listen, I'm just saying. I think he has a thing for you."

I set my empty coffee mug down. "It wouldn't matter, even if he did."

She stared at me for a moment before shrugging and saying, "I am psychic and I am telling you right now that you and Brian Villamor are not over just yet."

I gave her a sceptical look with a mixture of amusement and denial in my eyes. I laughed and set my empty coffee cup on the table. "Okay, Madame Zeroni. I'll keep you posted."

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