Chasing The Bad Boy

Chapter 10- Not Just A Pain In The...

Chapter 10

Not Just A Pain In The...

Waking up to a massive headache isn’t something you want early in the morning. What you want is to wake up to beautiful sunlight streaming through your window and you flip the covers off of you, and stretch your arms inhaling the sweet air which carries the smell of fresh flowers blooming in your garden.

.....NO

That seriously is not going to happen if your head feels like it’s being smashed with a million sledge hammers and all you want to do is pull it out of your body and throw it away so you get some peace. Let me remind you, that is not going to happen either. Because when you drink, you tend to wake up with such a headache that threatens your survival. And there is no one to blame but one person who deliberately made you drink.

Well come to think of it, that person called Zach-ass didn’t exactly make me drink what not, so it’s not exactly his fault. But he did throw a party which led me to get drunk against my will. Now I feel totally stupid. Who in their right minds wouldn’t understand the difference between a bottle of water and a bottle of vodka? You already know, that’s the famous Emily Winters. And the fact that I remember what absolute crap I did last night doesn’t help either. It gives me a mental headache.

I kissed Jay. I. Kissed. Jay. I kissed Jay Carter.

And it wasn’t even just a peck. It was a make out session. A serious case of making out in front of a large crowd and I’m telling you, even though it feels like your biggest achievement when you do it, it sucks big time after a while when you know what utter nonsense you committed. Never, I repeat, never go and kiss your crush in a party when you’re drunk your ass off.

You’re going to regret it.

But even though I know that kiss was the best one I had I wish that had never happened. Truth be told, somewhere, deep, deep, deep down inside I feel kissing Zach-ass was better. Okay I should not have said that. So I take my words back, or probably eat them up and shit them out as soon as possible. One does  not simply compliment Zach-ass by saying something like that.

But honestly...

Okay no.

“You’re supposed to clean all this shit,” I say to Zach when I walk down to the kitchen, holding my head in my hands.

One word. Messy. That’s what my house looks like right now. There are red cups lying about like they own the place and I can’t help but feel like having a conversation with them about discipline. I mean who just drops themselves on the floor like it’s nothing?

Me : You cups should never be used like that.

Cups : But we’re meant to be like this!

Me : Seriously? You want to be smudged under my feet as I walk? I really killed some of your brothers back when I walked down the stairs.

Cups : We don’t mourn for others. We’re not like you humans.

Me : Fine I’m going to have you thrown out of my house.

Cups : No problem. We like being used.

Me : Well isn’t that peachy.

Okay now before you think something has messed up with my brain I should shut up and keep talking to Zach-ass who is standing in front of me half-naked, drinking orange juice from the carton. No it doesn’t help with my headache if you want to know. It is distracting but not in a good way. It does not help that he has got these amazing abs that make me want to smack myself a million times so I look away. It sure does not help that his chest is the best thing I have ever laid my eyes on. And it certainly does not help that he notices my reaction and smirks shamelessly.