Head 2 Head

Chapter 8

Aaron's POV

I woke in the morning to the sound of people moving about in the corridors. My eyes were practically stuck together, and with great difficulty I opened them slightly. 

The light was drifting through a gap in the curtains and was shining directly onto the top half of my bed, thus blinding me more. Lifting my head I realised, the hangover was still very much there.

I rolled onto my side then dragged myself up. I sat on the edge of my bed for a couple of minutes gathering my thoughts and trying my best to stay in the real world. But I just couldn't stop myself. Next thing I knew, I was back in bed curled up, pillow plastered over my head.

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"BOYS! What do you think you're doing?!"

Oh shit! I realised what had happened and jumped up, so fast that I nearly knocked myself out. Matron was standing at the foot of Chace's bed hovering over him like a bad smell. She had invited herself in leaving the door wide open and by now, the doorway was contaminated with about 12 swooning girls looking in nosily.

They were all pointing at me looking lovestruck. Normally the attention is fun but since there was no Chace there to envy it, it was frankly beginning to piss me off.

I realised why they were looking at me so lovestruck. I hadn't got a shirt on and my abs were present, in their hard glory.

So I got up and strutted to the door, silently may I add, and slammed it shut.

This caused Matron to turn to where I was standing, hands on hips, her red lipstick too bright against her slightly dark complexion.

"Oh, glad you could get up and join the real world Mr Evans. How about you put on your school uniform so we can go to the principals office."

"What? Why to the principle's office? This is the new term woman."

"Oh, its not about the time that you woke up young man, it's about your adventures last night." she replied with a slight quiver on her lips. She looked pretty angry. What an irritating cow! She probably found out that it was my party last night.

With this conversation clearly audible, there was a rumble from under Chace's duvet. Sleepily, he groaned and lifted the duvet an inch, making his eye visible.

Oh great, the devil's awake.

"Do you people have to speak so fu*king loud!"

"Oh no, young man, the loudness is your body reacting to the amount of tequila you drank last night. You see, you boys may not realise it yet, but I have my eyes and ears everywhere. And since this is my floor, you two dunces better watch your pretty behinds, because I am onto you both. YOU, GET INTO THE SHOWER AND WASH UP. Have mercy on us all,  and YOU! Get your lazy behind out of bed and I don''t care how tired you are, you should think these things through before heading to random clubs and heading back to your dorm with random ladies."

"Well, you get out of our room you ugly whore, we all know you get your kicks in being in a room with two guys, but seriously cougars not my thing. Buh-bye."

I groaned so loud internally, I was sure it had been loud. Chace just had to add that in as she was walking out. What a douche.

She turned on her heel and came back, bent down and literally breathed into his face.

"I would be very careful about how you speak to people, Mr Adams. There will be a time where you will find yourself in a position, where you will be the target of remorse, regret and self loathing. And then no one will love you, except your mother. Oh wait, it's like that now isn't it?" she whispered maliciously, almost hissing.

Chace looked struck. I would be laughing if I wasn't annoyed at the fat bitch myself, but seriously, she had some nerve. Everyone knew not to mess with the Adams boy, when it came to his mother. This woman had just landed herself into the midst of a huge pile of steaming shit.

With that she practically skipped out of the room, before turning around and shutting the door. We made brief eye contact, in which I just rolled my eyes at her, hoping she would get pissed off.

After that was silence. A very long and awkward one. So I grabbed my uniform and headed to the shower.

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Shirt, check.

Hair, check.

Cologne, check.

Tie, check.

I mentally made a list of all the things I needed to look good. As my father always says,

"Everyday, is a new day to dress to impress."

Finally, blazer and school sweater, on and straight. Then head out.

You see, after I had my shower and came back into the room to dress, Chace was already gone. I expect he was up the corridor making out with a girl to drown his anger, or probably punching a wall, or maybe both.

SO I left it at that. His uniform was gone though and his cheap Gothic looking clothes were strewn over the floor in an untidy mess.

The school have provided each room with a sensible amount of hooks. It wasn't that hard to just hang them up. And his bed. DO NOT GET ME STARTED.

How in the f*ck does a pillow case slide off, and a duvet end up being the wrong way round and upturned, with half the cover slipping off?

But, I chose to ignore and fix my own bed, neatly putting my clean jeans into a hanger and then restoring them into the drawers.

There, perfect. Now for some breakfast. Me is hungry.

With that I swung the door shut behind me, and headed off in search of a good breakfast.