Playing With Fire || d.h

8. Off the Deep End

Your POV

I come around to a pounding headache, and extreme nausea. I look around, and realize I'm back in my apartment in my own bed. How the hell did I get here?

Suddenly, a wave of queasiness comes over me, and hurtle myself toward the trash can under my desk, vomiting everything that's entered my stomach in the last twenty four hours. I sit up and look at the mirror hanging from my door, and almost jump as I see my reflection. Somehow, my mascara has smeared all the way down to my chin, and my hair looks like a real rat's nest. I hurry into the bathroom to clean myself up. However, I realize standing up for over five seconds makes me dizzy. I grab my brush and makeup wipes from the counter, army craw back into my room, and sit in front of my mirror. I sloppily wipe all the mess off my face, and run the brush through my hair. Even brushed out, my hair looks frizzy and broken. Ugh.

I reach my hand up and stumble with my doorknob and open the door. I need some toast or something. I crawl through my lounge, but something shocks me and I freeze where I am. Someone's sleeping on my couch. I carefully stand as much as I can, and tip toe toward them. Their blanket is pulled over their face, so I cautiously grab the edge of the blanket and pull it away slowly.

"Eghmm..." it's Dodie. She moans in her sleep as I uncover her face. What the actual fuck? She must've found my keys and brought me to my apartment last night. What even happened? I don't feel like thinking right now, as my head is pounding, and I'm drastically dehydrated. I grab a glass and fill it to the brim with water, and guzzle it down in about five seconds. I fill up another glass, take a sip, put the glass back down on the counter, and open the pantry. I pull out a box of cereal, grab milk from the fridge, and make a bowl of cereal. I grab a spoon and take it to my mouth, when Dodie calls out.

"G'morning!" She moans sitting up from the couch. I immediately jump, causing the contents of my spoon to fall all over the counter.

"Good morning," I mutter, hurriedly grabbing a paper towel and cleaning up the mess I've made. She walks over and sits at the breakfast bar. "What happened last night?" I ask, throwing the paper towel into the trash.

An awkward look crosses Dodie's face, and my head feels like someone's violently shaking around my brain. "What?" I ask again.

"Um..." she hesitates. "Do you remember anything?"

"Well, I remember getting in a fight with Dan." I leave out how the argument happened, because now that I look back at it, my reaction was incredibly embarrassing. "And I danced with PJ, and..." suddenly, my memory floods back through my mind, filling me me with immense panic. "Oh my God..."

"PJ?" Mutters Dodie. I nod in response. "Okay..." she smiles, and I raise my eyebrows. What's so funny about this?

"... Do you like him?" She asks, her face glowing.

"What? I don't know! I..." I fade off. Oh shit, I do like him. But does he feel the same way? Or does he just think this was an accident? Or will he even remember?

"I don't remember how I got back here," I say, trying to change the subject.

"Well, I don't know exactly what happened, but after a little bit, you and PJ left the gaming room, and went back to dancing. However, after, like, fifteen minutes, you were starting to look... bad." She hesitates. "So I found your keys, and brought you back to your apartment. And I decided to stay here in case you got sick or something."

"Does anyone else... know?" I ask, not completely sure if I even want to know the answer.

"Oh, not a lot of people really saw, I don't think. Most were doing their own thing." I feel a huge weight fall off my shoulder."the only person who I know knows is Dan, I think." And the weight is put right back on. Now he probably just thinks I'm a drunk slut. How am I supposed to ruin the only good thing I have in less than a day?