Together We Fight *Major Editing*

Chapter 5 (Edited)

"You have to eat something, buttercup." I groaned and laid my head against the cold granite counter, Mason pushed the bowl of poached eggs towards me and I gagged slightly at the smell of them.

I pushed it back towards him hastily, "I can't eat that, I'm gonna puke. Seriously. Just the smell of them makes me wanna chuck." He shook his head and leaned again the counter with his captivating eyes on me, I pressed my hands against my forehead lightly and attempted to ignore him.

Mason's mother, Grace, walked into the kitchen a moments later, she glanced at me and her friendly smile turned into a concerned frown. "Are you alright, honey?" I shook my head and groaned loudly into my hands, she came over and placed a hand on my shoulder like a concerned mother. "And that is the prime reason I stopped drinking." I took my hands away from my face and smiled slightly at her.

"I'm definitely not doing that again." She chuckled and walked over to the fridge then grabbed a yogurt.

The fridge door closed with a dull thud as she opened the draw beside it to retrieve a spoon, "I've heard that one before." And with that she walked back out and left us in silence.

I'm never drinking again. I swear.

***

"You broke you're curfew." My mothers stern face stared me down as I caccooned myself in my blankets, at my pained expression her steely gaze softened slightly. "There's aspirin in the kitchen cupboard if you need it." I smiled thankfully. "Alright, I have to leave now. Love you and don't burn the house down."

"Love you too and that was one time, mum, the chicken tried to burn the house not me." I croaked, she shook her head and closed my bedroom door as I stretched my arm out to locate my tv remote. I curled my legs up and flicked on the tv to a random channel, a cheesy rom-com was playing and I cringed before changing the channel to a horror movie.

Romance, yuck.

***

'Momma always told me, pappa always warned me, don't hang around with boys like you. Teacher always told me never to be naughty, don't mess around with boys like you. If I had a listened wouldn't be in this position. If I had a listened wouldn't be in this position. If I had a listened wouldn't be in this position. If I had a listened wouldn't be in this position.' 360 and Gossling's voices erupted from the speaker of my phone and I cringed at the loudness of my ringtone before sitting up to locate the device. I really needed to change my ringtone, seriously.

I accepted the call without checking the caller ID, "Hello?" I croaked, rubbing my blurry eyes roughly as they focused and unfocused several times.

"Jeez, you sound like hell." Jessica's amused voice met my ears loudly and I pulled the phone away slightly.

"Ha ha, you're hilarious." She chuckled and I searched my bedside table for a hair tie, almost knocking my glass lamp off the table in the process.

I heard shuffling on her side of the line and then she spoke again, I was still searching for a hair tie through blurry eyes. "There's a bonfire on tonight, you should totally come with us." I grabbed the black band and pulled my hair up into a sloppy ponytail.

"Yeah, no. I still have a murderous headache and I'm definitely not up for leaving the house to socialise for at least the next week." She groaned and I could imagine her pouting and fluttering her eyes at me, trying to look innocent.

I pushed away the blanket and gingerly stood up, grabbing the top of my bed to steady myself, "C'mon Rach, you don't have to drink. You could just have a nice night out with your friends."

I snorted at her words, "You want me to be your designated driver, don't you?" I cringed at my reflection in the mirrors on my wardrobe doors, "Ew, I look like a mess." I mumbled and heard Jess let out a burst of laughter.

She recovered quickly, "Please, I'll owe you." I rubbed my temples and let out an exaggerated sigh, leaning against the wall slightly.

"Fine and I'm definitely gonna remember this by the way." She let out a sound that kind of resembled a seagull screech and thanked me loudly. "Calm down, I still have a damn headache and your seagull impersonation isn't helping." She jokingly scoffed at my insult.

I heard a door open quietly and then Micheal's voice sounded near the phone. "Jessica! Get your useless ass down here right now!" She groaned loudly in protest.

"I got to go, Micheal's being bossy again. I'll see you at five o'clock tonight, love ya!" Before I could even get a word out the line cut off and I let out a chuckle at my bestfriend. I absently checked the time and saw that it was two thirty, I had two and a half hours to shower and get ready for my outing.

Right, I can do this.

I swallowed some pain killers for my hangover from hell before stripping and washing myself thoroughly in the hot water. I washed myself with a strawberry scented body wash and vanilla shampoo and conditioner, once I was hair free and thoroughly wrinkled from the water I turned off the tap and wrapped myself in a giant fluffy towel. Toweling off lightly, I made a mental image of my outfit for tonight. I'm not the only one that does that, right?

At least my headache is gone now, thanks to the painkillers and an awesome shower. I padded over to my room and looked at my wardrobe full of clothes, trying to decide on what to wear. I huffed lightly before turning to my speaker that was located on my study desk, I switched it on and '22' by Lily Allen sounded through my room. I danced my way back over to the large wardrobe and started pulling clothing items out, mixing and matching to try and find a suitable outfit. My phone pinged with a a message and I picked it up quickly to see a text from Mason.

Why is he texting me?

'Nice moves, buttercup.' My head snapped up and sure enough Mason was casually leaning against his window. He smirked and trailed his eyes down my body, I looked down and realised I was still in my rather short towel.

"Shit!" I whispered loudly, running back over to my wardrobe quickly. My phone pinged again and I looked down at it for a moment.

'You look crazy, running around in your towel like a headless chicken. Nice hairstyle btw.' I ignored the last part of the text and glared at the phone in annoyance.

'Maybe you should stop being such a perv, there's this thing called privacy. Ever heard of it?' I pressed send then turned to my wardrobe, I grabbed the first top and some shorts that I saw. They looked like they'd match.

The familiar ping sounded again, 'Nope, it isn't in my vocabulary, buttercup.' God, he's infuriating. He really is.

'Well now you have another word to add to your extremely short vocabulary list. Your welcome, douche.' I turned off my phone and headed back to the bathroom to change.

My phone pinged loudly from my room but I continued to get ready, I surveyed my outfit once I was done and pursed my lips. It didn't look horrible, it was casual looking which was fine by me. I brushed out my wavy hair and applied my usual makeup, I sprayed some perfume on and brushed my teeth before heading back out to my room. I picked up the phone and saw another message from Mason.

'Always so sweet, buttercup.' I ground my teeth together at the sight of that damn nickname, I've got to find a nickname that annoys him.

Right, let's get thinking.