Something Rebellious || l.b.

Chapter 17

Lyla's POV:

My eye's are still heavy, I'm awake, but I don't want to open my eyelids in fear of the bright sunlight coming into contact with my eyes. I feel a massive headache beginning to brew. I cautiously open each eyelid, my vision is a blur. It takes me a couple of blinks before I can clearly see my surroundings. My lips are dry, I feel strands of hair stuck onto my face. I feel like shit. I lift up the covers that I'm under and I see that I slept with my dress on, along with one heel.

As I try to sit myself up, it feels like I'm trying to hoist up lead. My headache strikes hard and a nauseating feeling in my stomach follows. I quickly cover my mouth and hunt down the nearest bathroom. Urgently, I push the door open and empty out my stomach in the toilet. After a minute of puking, the hollowness is my stomach is evident. I flush the toilet and hoist myself up to rinse out my mouth.

I look in the mirror to see the complete opposite of what I looked like last night, the aftermath at least. Lipstick was smeared halfway across my cheek, the thick eyeliner was now just a shadow underneath my eyes. Not to mention drool staining my chin. I quickly grab my toothbrush sitting inside of my purse and brush the bad breath away. I cup some water and splash my face, making sure to remove all traces of makeup.

My head hurts, and I'm hungry.

Wait, where's Alisha? I fell asleep in her room last night, but where is she? I hear quiet clatter coming from where I'm assuming is the kitchen. As I approach the noise, I see Alisha fumbling through the refrigerator.

"Good morning, princess." She chirps. I groan in response.

"Looks like the hangover's got you good, hmm? You looked dead when I last checked on you." She points out. I still don't respond, my throat is too dry and I'm still groggy. I take a seat at her kitchen table. I rest my head in my hands trying to rub away the sharp pain stinging my head. The scent of fruit and citrus is in the air, she sets a plate of sliced oranges in front of me.

"Eat something. It helps, I'll see if we have anymore Advil or something."

"Thanks." I smile to her, I graciously take an orange slice and eat it. The emptiness in my stomach slowly disappears

"Take these." She hands me two red pills and a bottle of water.

"What time is it? " I ask as I grab them out of her hand.

"Like 12:30"

"Fuck." I curse under my breath, I've never slept in that late. What day is it? I don't even remember. I flip my hair to my back and for some reason, Alisha was looking at me wide-eyed. "What?" I ask.

"You hooked up with someone last night?!" She asks in shock.

"No, of course not." I lie. I swiftly turn my gaze away from her. How would she be able to tell? The memory of last night sneaks into my mind. It's all a blur, but that one moment will stick into my brain for a while.

"Don't try to lie, I see that little monster on your neck!"

"What?!" My stomach drops and I run straight for the nearest mirror...aka the bathroom. Sure enough, a very light discolored bruise is visible on the base of my neck. I'm screwed, I'm fucked, I'm so screwed. If my Mom see's this she's going to lock me in my room forever.

"Don't worry, it's just a little one. It doesn't even look that bad." She says trying to comfort me. Obviously it's not working because I'm still observing it, I even poked it; it's a little sore. Luke did this, great.

"Not that bad? I have a greenish-purple beast on my neck!" I outrage. Okay, maybe I was being a little dramatic; however it probably could be worse I suppose.