Illegal My Ass

Chapter 5- 'Dude, you actually have a mangina.'

I groaned as I began to wake up, the pain rippling through my head making me feel like I just took a baseball bat to the head. My eyes began to open and the light coming through my window made my groans louder.

Has the sun always been that bright?

I honestly don’t get it. I get ridiculously drunk knowing full well that the hangover will come eventually, but I tell myself I can handle it. When it does actually come around however I vow never to drink again for as long as I live. That vow last about as long as a sneeze.

I roll over and do the usual mornings stretch, needing to straighten my body out as my mind begins to function properly considering I just woke up. As I got to stretch my hip bumps into something in bed next to me, and I shoot my head towards the human body lifeless besides me.

Lacey.  Lying flat on her stomach, her hair messed up giving the ‘dragged through a bush’ effect and slightly drooling on the pillow she was currently snoring on.

I smiled slightly at this sight. She was an attractive girl, but it’s nice to know that even the most beautiful people still wake up looking like heroin addicts.

I decided to let her sleep, knowing she had a lot more than me last night so I guess the longer she puts off waking up and facing the hangover that will bitch slap her the better.

I was in my room surprisingly considering we were meant to be staying at Lacey’s last night. I cannot actually remember much about last night if I’m honest, bits and pieces blur together but the only thing that sticks out is beating the crap out of some guy.

I laughed out loud at the memory, before I groan again as the sound of my own laughter was giving me a headache.

Leaving Lacey in the big double bed in my room, I made my way out of my room and towards the kitchen, where I plan to swallow about a gallon of water as my mouth was as dry as Ghandi’s asshole.

I walked down the stairs, rubbing the side of my head where the headache was the worst, causing my hair to mess up even more considering I haven’t actually brushed out the teasing I did to it last night.

 I must look like a freaking troll doll.

The stairs lead to the living room, which was empty. The living room was pretty big, one big sofa in the middle and two singles one either side facing the telly. The snooker table in the corner which was bound to have happened sooner or later considering the majority of this house is male. I have to admit though; I was a big supporter of the snooker table. I freaking love it and it pisses my brother off that I am actually better than him and he hasn’t won a game against me for the last year.

I walk to the door leading to the kitchen, already picturing the cold icy water that is going to relieve me of the dryness that is making me feel like I’m choking, but as soon as I step foot into the big bright kitchen which is meant to hold my antidote, still rubbing the side of my knotted troll doll hair, I freeze on the spot.

“Baby, you look so beautiful in the morning.” Drake grinned sarcastically, looking me up and down.

 “Oh god, it wasn’t a dream…” I groaned as I realised that he was in fact back.

He was sat on the island in the middle of the kitchen, which was annoying enough as there were stools that were meant for sitting, so why not sit on those?

He popped into my head this morning but I genuinely through I had some sort of sick moment in my sleep and dreamt about the boy. But no, he was actually here. Laughing at me.

No change there.

The fact that he actually looked like he had been sculpted by the gods and made up by professionals did not help my confidence right now considering I was currently in pyjama shorts and one of Nate’s baggy grey jumpers that hangs over one shoulder cos it’s that big on me. My hair made me look like I just licked a plug socket and I probably have some of last night’s make up still on my face.