Intoxicated •Heath Hussar•

Chapter Six

I awoke with a splitting headache and pounding head. I couldn't recognize where I was or remember what happened last night. The only thing I could recall was drinking, but I don't think I had that much.

Panicked, I sit up in the unfamiliar bed and look around. Sun shown in through the window, forcing me to squint due to my sensitive eyes.

The door creaks open and in walks Heath, shirtless.

"What happened?" I ask, confused. "I don't remember anything."

He chuckles softly and takes a seat in the computer chair across from the bed. "That's because you were wasted last night."

Abruptly, the door of the bedroom bursts open and there stands Scotty, looking pissed as ever.

"Kheagan Marie Sire, what the fuck are you doing?" He storms into the room. What the hell is going on?

"Scott, calm down. Nothing happened," Heath says, trying to calm him down. I couldn't figure out why he was mad, anyways.

"How come when I went into your room you weren't there, and I find you in my friend's bed, instead?" He ignores Heath and yells at me.

I slide out of the bed, hands up in surrender. "Scott, you have to believe me, we didn't do anything. I can promise you that."

He steps closer to me, still fuming. "Kheagan, you reek of alcohol. You're not even 21 yet! How can I believe you on this if I can't even trust you to follow the law."

That really pissed me off. "How dare you be fucking mad at me for underage drinking!" I scold, wincing when my head starts to pound harder. "You cannot try to tell me that you didn't drink underage."

He opens his mouth to retaliate but I don't let him say anything. "Maybe if you actually listened to me when I said I didn't want this party then we wouldn't be in this situation right now!" I yell and push past him, storming out of the room.

"Khe, wait!" I hear him call after me but I ignore him and walk out of the house.

I can't believe him. He actually had the audacity to accuse me of sleeping with a man I just met yesterday. How shallow does he think I am?

I stomp into the main house, past everyone in the living room who probably think I'm crazy, and into my room, slamming my door. So maybe I was acting immature at the moment, but don't I deserve it? I never wanted to move out here to begin with and now I'm stuck here with my brother who can't even trust me.

I lock the door behind me and collapse on my bed, holding my head in pain. It just wouldn't stop pounding and it was driving me crazy. My mouth was also unusually dry; it must be the hangover, which, I concluded, sucks.

I decide that I'm going to try and be at least a little bit productive today, so I climb out of bed and drag myself to the shower. I take a cold one to wake myself up and to make sure it's quick. Afterwards, I change into a tank top and some shorts, keeping in my piercings.

My phone buzzes loudly on my bed, indicating that I received a text from someone. I open it and it reads:

Hey, Kheagan, this is Liza. I heard you were having a rough morning and was wondering if you wanted to come hang out with me and my friend, Gabbie?

I contemplate going and decide to go since there wasn't much else I could do today. I send her a quick text back after entering her number in my phone and continue getting ready by putting on my makeup for the day. It wasn't much, just some eyeliner, mascara and I did my eyebrows. I never liked caking pounds and pounds of makeup on.

I hear the front door open and close and assume that it's Liza here to get me. I leave my room and go to greet her. Instead it was just Heath, still not dressed yet. He smiles a little at me and I return it to him, feeling awkward just standing there. Luckily he walks over to me, ending the awkward staring.

"Hey," he says, running his hands through his hair.

"Hi, I'm really sorry about my asshole brother," I blurt out before he can say anything else. He laughs and waves it off.

"It's fine, I don't really care what he thinks, to be honest," he says, still smiling.

"I was just worried you would try and kill someone, the way you stalked off all pissed," He jokes and laughs at me when I feign being hurt.

"In my defense," I say. "I deserve to be pissed at him. He's a hypocritical douche and I'm not just going to let him control my life like that."

"You're fiery today," Heath points out. "To be honest, I expected the opposite from you, considering the fact that your hungover."

I laugh at his bluntness and agree with him. "Let's not remind me about that. My head is killing me," I whine.

"If you take an ibuprofen that might help," he says like he's experienced hangovers dozens of times, which he probably has.

"Thanks," I feel the buzz of my phone in my back pocket and wrap it up. "I have to head out now but text me if you have any more Scotty problems," I say before giving him my number.