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Chapter 15: Hangovers

Listen to "Complicated" by Avril Lavigne for this chapter.

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Hangovers. Fuck! I hate them.

Unfortunately, that's not what you remember the night before when you're chugging bottles of alcohol.

What's worse than just a hangover?

Hangover on an office day.

And that is precisely, why I was dreading my life even more.

That obviously means one thing: Skip office on Monday. Thank you very much.

I walked to the kitchen and found Vincent (yes, VINCENT) cooking. As soon as he heard me walk in (which was pretty 'noisy' since I had slammed my foot into a cupboard), he gave me a smile.

Having a perfect day himself. Too bad.

"Morning ma'am. Looks like you're hangover asks you to jump into bed once again. Your medication will arrive shortly."

I grunted. My head throbbed with pain.

"Where's Natalie?"

"Jared called to say that Natalie was at his place. They slept together last night at his'. You don't remember do you?" Vincent answered. He walked up to me and sat me down on the dinning table chair and himself, sat on one opposite mine.

"Bad?" He asked.

"a bit"

"Don't tell me you're going to work OR working in this condition"

I nodded a no.

"Good", saying he went into the kitchen and came back with a green liquid in a glass.

"What the fuck is this?"

"Medication"

"No. I mean. What is this green thingy?"

"Don't ask me. I'm not telling you anyway. If I'd tell you, you wouldn't have it"

"Oh joy". Like a kid, I started fussing over the liquid. It looked gross. Finally, Vincent chugged the entire thing down my throat.

Congratulations, I felt nauseous. I ran to the bathroom, and threw up. All of it. Since last night.

When I came out, Vincent was still sitting on the chair, now staring at his phone. "How do you feel?" He asked, as soon as he saw me.

"Threw up your medication"

He looked at me and smirked,"and??"

I paused for a second. Except for a teensy, curable-by-sleep headache, everything was gone.

I stared at him wide eyed,"what have you done to me??"

"why?" He chuckled.

"I feel better!" I jumped and hugged him. Getting cured of a hangover? The feeling was indescribably good.

He stiffened for a split second and then calmed down,"Okay. Go get some sleep"

I nodded and went back to my bed. I texted James that I wouldn't be going to office and hit onto hard core sleep.

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I woke to the buzzing of my phone. With squinted eyes I saw the name of the caller popping up on the screen.

James.

I decided to make a wise decision for once:

Hence, I ignored the call.

A few seconds later, the phone buzzed again.

Same person. Second choice.

"Hello"

"Are you sick?"

"huh?"  What was all this about?

"Why aren't you at office?"

"umm... Was a bit sick"

"Okay. Take rest" then he cut the call.

Nice talk boss.

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"Ashley, someone's here to visit you" Vincent walked into my room.

"Who is it?" I asked, half groggily. I was "half-satisfied" with my sleep. It was about 12 noon.

"some guy named... James"

James.

Wait. What?!

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