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  I woke up the next morning with a headache. It wasn't my first hangover so I expected it. I reached for some advil in my bedside table and suddenly the night before's events began rolling in my head. I was instantly embarrassed. Why was I embarrassed? Let's go back a few hours.

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"What are doing?" Joseph said pulling away. "Kissing you," I said giggling. He smiled. "I should get you home," he said putting his arm around my neck. My stomach burned and I ran to the nearest gutter emptying my stomach. He rubbed my back. What the hell was this? He turned down my kiss but now he was acting all caring. After that vomiting episode we got in his car and he handed me a bottle of water from his glovebox. "Thanks," I mumbled. Great! I had embarrassed myself in front of my crush and ruined any chances of being with him. He pulled up in front my house and I got out. "Good night. Thanks," I said. " No problem, night," he said smiling. Why the hell was he smiling? Ugh! I got out my keys and quietly went inside.
"Had fun?" Tyrell said nearly making me scream. "Tyrell! Why would you hide in the dark like that?" I hissed. "I was watching a movie when I heard your boyfriend's car pull up. I didn't mean to scare you," he said. "Ok. Number one, we have electricity so you could've turned the light on. Two, Joseph isn't my boyfriend and three, I'm tired and no longer arguing with you," I said. "Yeesh! Someone's moody," he said as I walked away. I rolled my eyes and went upstairs to my room. I brushed my teeth and threw my dress across the room before dropping onto my bed and falling asleep.

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I face palmed myself worsening my headache. I was only wearing my underwear so I went to my drawers and put on a sweatpants and black T-shirt. My brother and sisters were at the table eating. Our chef, Charles had prepared pancakes waffles and French toast. I took one of each and poured a tall glass of orange. "Morning to you too," Tyrell said. "Ugh! Sorry, Morning little bro," I said. "Why do you guys do that?!" My sister, Kayla said. "Yeah it's like super annoying," her twin sister, Kaia said. They were thirteen and were in the eight grade making them feel like they owned the world. "Shut up," I said. "You get a boyfriend and you think your it," Kaia said. "Get out my business. I don't have a boyfriend and can you all shut up about him?!" I said walking away from the table. I went upstairs and took a shower.
I had to get out the house. I put on a blue skinny jeans, black shirt and converses. I pulled my hair into a pineapple, (a dirty one) and left my room. I got in my Rover and reversed out the driveway. I didn't know where I was going but I knew I was getting away from home.

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Joseph's POV

She leaned in to kiss me and as much as I wanted to kiss her it felt wrong. She was drunk and I didn't want to feel like I took advantage of her for a kiss. I had to create a diversion. "What are you doing?" I said making her stop. "Kissing you," she said  giggling. I laughed internally. I just smiled. "I should get you home. As if proving my point she puked in a gutter before we could get in the car. I drove her home and she seemed embarrassed as she got out. I wanted to tell her it was Ok, walk her up the driveway and more than anything kiss her but I didn't I watched her walk up her driveway and into her home.
I drove home feeling guilty. I has taken her to the party as my plus one and instead of making sure she didn't do anything irrational I let her lose herself in the heat of the party when the drinks were being cleared off and the music was at full blast. I let her get drunk and wasn't man enough to walk her to her front door. I'm such a douche.
I paced back and forth in my room the next morning contemplating whether to DM her or not. I threw my phone on my bed and sighed. What was it with her that had me feeling this way? I didn't feel like breakfast. I turned on my iPod and turned up the volume to the max.

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Mia's POV

I found myself at the mall. I found comfort in trying new clothes and buying things for myself in general. I tried on outfit after outfit and it took my mind of the whole Joseph fiasco. I ended up purchasing a pair of skinny jeans, black flats and a maxi dress which I knew would come in handy for my mother's regular garden parties.
My stomach began to growl around one o'clock but there was absolutely no way I was going home so I stopped at the food court and bought a slice of pizza from my favourite Italian restaurant in the mall and I bought a bottled water from one of the regular stores. I didn't feel like a soda and alcohol wouldn't be passing my lips for a while now.
After my lunch I decided to do a little shoe shopping. I ended up meeting Karen and Tyler. I hoped Joseph wasn't here and thankfully he wasn't. "Hey, how are you feeling?" Tyler asked. He knew I had thrown up in a gutter after getting drunk at the party last night?! Joseph would have had to have found it funny enough to spread it around to his friends. I nodded. "You ok? You seem a little off," Karen said. " I'm fine," I said turning to leave. "See you at school," Tyler said. Why did I keep encountering things involving Joseph?  Just then my phone buzzed and I realised it was a DM from Joseph. What was it with today?! I knew his feelings but yet somehow the universe thought it could patch up our relationship.

It read:

Hey. How are you feeling today? I hope your feeing better. I wanted to apologize for being an idiot and not walking you to your front door. If you don't wanna talk that's fine too. I get it and I'm truly sorry.

It was really sweet but I was still confused why he needed to apologize. I was the one who ruined his night by throwing up and making him drive me home. He owed me nothing. I didn't message him to spare us both the embarrassment. I hated the fact we had school on Monday and we would see each other. It would be best if we didn't talk. Then things wouldn't be awkward. Eventually and hopefully the whole thing would just blow away.....

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