I Choose That Bad Boy

Chapter Twenty-Six

My head is pounding.

No, actually it feels more like someone has just poured an entire bag of nails onto my head.

Dang my life.

I don't even remember myself drinking any form of alcoholic beverage yesterday.

So why does the thought of shooting my brains out sound extremely tempting right now?

Oh mother.

Forcing my eyes open, I am greeted with the merciless sunlight. It feels like it has a deep sense of hatred for the one and only me - dumping all of its vitamins into my bedroom.

When the bright rays shone right into my eyes, I cursed and moaned at the same time.

This. Is. Torture.

"Urg!" I flared my arms up, shooting up from my sleeping position.

Immediately, I regretted that action.

It only made my head hurt a billion times more and something travelled up my throat.

With what little form of rationality still intact, I attempted to sprint into the washroom before the gruesome green puddle of puke could hit the ground.

Gross.

"You okay?" Someone asked, helping to brush my hair aside.

Brenny.

"I feel sick to the core. I didn't even drink anything with a single drop of alcohol yesterday! I bet someone drugged me up." I replied after the clench in my stomach subsided.

"Oh. Go and get some sleep then. I've already called Mel. She's on her way. If there's nothing else, I'll get going first." He finished, his tone cold.

That definitely sounded more like a statement.

With that, he stood up and stormed out of my room, his posture tense.

"Hey!" I called out weakly, only to be answered with the slam of a door.

What is wrong with him? I don't even remember offending him.

Or did I manage to do something stupid yesterday in my supposedly drunken state?

I close my eyes and think hard, but the only thing I can do is wince.

With my head about to explode and all, I come to the consensus that now's definitely not the right time to think.

I'll just have to wait for Mel to arrive and figure things out with her.

I headed to take a cold shower to sober myself up. After that, I went to my unmade bed in search for my phone.

Gliding my hands around it around randomly, I come to contact with a cold and thin rectangular metal, which I immediately recognized as my phone.

As I scroll through my notifications, I make an attempt to check through my sent messages. Well, I was just trying to make sure that I didn't accidentally send out a stupid text yesterday.

Not like that has ever happened to me, but it's best to be safe than sorry right?

However, that wasn't how I was expecting things to turn out to be.

When I saw Bren's name, there was a strange picture attached to it.

I don't remember sending him a picture or even receiving one from him from our previous conversation.