I woke up the next morning to find my house a complete mess. I wasn't in a much better condition myself; I had a massive bruise on my head which I had no idea how I'd got it. There was rubbish everywhere, people's shoes scattered around and sick in literally every room. All the doors were still open from last night and there were all sorts of things floating in my pool.
"Oh my god," I uttered to myself. I was so glad I had two days to clear the house before my parents got back. They would kill me if they knew what I'd done.
I took some paracetamol for my hangover and began cleaning the house. I'd already decided that I wasn't go to school today as I would probably get sent home anyway. I walked into the lounge to find bottles, cans and sick everywhere. I tried not to gag at the sight of what someone must have had for dinner last night. I would call Marge but that wouldn't be fair on her to clean up all the mess that was partly my fault and she'd probably tell my parents.
I finished cleaning the lounge and started to work on the kitchen when I heard a knock at the door. A rush of panic came over me. What if it was my parents, but surely they wouldn't knock; they'd just walk in. I took off the bright yellow rubber gloves I was wearing and went to the front door. I unlocked it and stuck my head through the small gap, hoping that I wouldn't have to spend too long speaking to whoever it was. I looked a complete mess and I felt sorry for anyone that had to see me like this. The sunlight made my eyes hurt as I squinted trying to focus on the face that was in front of me. I slowly started to make out some of their facial features, then I realised it was Ashton.
"Hey," he said as he stood before me. He looked a lot better than I did. I wanted to run back inside and hide. I didn't want him seeing me looking like this. I was wearing joggers and a baggy tee and my hair was up in a high ponytail.
"Hi," I opened the door a bit more so it didn't look as obvious that I was trying to hide.
"How's your head?" Ashton said, pointing towards the bump and bruise on my head.
"Sore, I have no idea how it happened,"
"I do," Ashton muttered quickly, hoping that I didn't hear him. He started to look around my front garden, avoiding eye contact with me.
"You do?" I questioned.
"Erm, well," Ashton scratched his head with his hand, looking slightly awkward. "Someo-, someone tried taking advantage of you Georgia, so I had to stop him," I don't know if I was more surprised at what Ashton was saying or at the fact he called me Georgia. I was so used to the silly nicknames that all the boys had for me that I was shocked when Ashton called me by my actual name.
"That doesn't explain how I got this," I said, pointing to the bruise that was just above my eye. "Unless you punched me?" I chuckled.
"Of course I didn't punch you. The guy was just about to take you upstairs when I saw you trying to get away. I asked him to put you down but he refused at first," Ashton's tone of voice was serious, he wasn't like his normal jokey self. "I told him that I didn't want to start a fight with him but I might have to if he didn't put you down,"
"Okay," I waited for Ashton to explain more.
"So when he realised that I was getting angry, he just dropped you to the floor. I didn't have time to catch you so you banged your head." Ashton put his head in his hands, like he was blaming himself for what had happened.
"Don't blame yourself," I grabbed one of Ashton's hands and pulled it away from his face, letting the front door swing open fully.
"I shouldn't have given you the idea of the party in the first place. You have school today and you've hurt yourself-"
