ONE CHANCE

Chapter 20

I wake up with a pounding headache. My head hurts so much and I feel like my insides are just going to come up out of my mouth any second.

I lay on my side, my hand supporting my head from under the pillow. I do not want to open my eyes. Good thing the blinds are turned down to refuse any ray of sunlight to break through. I feel an arm draped around my small body. Oh god. I quickly scan my body to see if my clothes are still which they are. My heartbeat slows back down to a normal pace. So I didn't do anything stupid last night....well besides drink.

It's at this moment when I open my eyes to see whose arm is hugging my body softly. I lift my head a little too quickly as a sudden rush of that unfamiliar pounding pain makes an appearance.

Once the pain dwindles a little bit, I move my head to look behind. I see him. His head rests on the pillow, his lips are slightly parted and light snores escape. His long black eyelashes fan out on his cheeks. He looks so beautiful and peaceful. He even looks innocent as if he doesn't have those dark, deep secrets hidden within him. But with his eyes open, it's all you can see of him, the dark secrets. The mistakes he's made. The things I don't know yet.

I turn my head to look over at Amy and Harry who are also peacefully asleep. I gently move Bryce's arm off me to circumvent waking him up. I sluggishly move my legs over the edge of the bed; once they come in contact with the floor I stand to my feet. I press my hand to my head to help sooth the aching but it doesn't help at all.

I trudge over to my desk where my bag is. I look through it in search for the panadol I always keep in my bag incase of a headache or any pain I want to get rid of at that time. My fingers fumble across the package and I press out 3 tablets. I swallow them dry and within 10 minutes I feel the pain fade a little.

I lay back down on my bed next to Bryce. I lay there thinking I could possibly back to sleep but I know it won't happen. I'm trying to figure out what happened last night.

For starters, I can't believe I allowed myself to get drunk. Like really drunk. Never in my life have I wanted to get drunk and wake up with the feeling of wanting to be sick every few seconds. Oh and can't disregard the part where you don't remember what happened the night before.

All I hope for is that I didn't do anything stupid.

I hear shuffling from Amy's bed. I turn my head to look and I see Amy sitting up, her head in her hands. It's a sight I've gotten use to seeing.

"I thought I was sober last night." She groans.

"Apparently not." I answer back. She lifts her head to look at me. Her usual glare is given. I smirk.

"I seriously thought I was after what happened, "She lays back down next to Harry. "But nope, that wasn't the case."

"What happened?" I ask, my curiosity getting the best of me like always.

"Oh Damien-" She stops and her eyes widen, "Oh shit."

"What?" I press. She looks at me, her expression still the same.

"Damien." She says quietly, her eyes turn dark as she speaks his name. I really want to know what happened.

"The suspense isn't doing my headache much justice."

"Damien, I just remember him pissing me off." She tells me before rubbing her eyes.

"Why did he piss you off?" I ask. She hesitates for a second and she doesn't make eye contact with me.

"He was feeling me up." She answers me but there is something in the tone of her voice that makes me think this is the truth. Just another secret.

"Aren't you used to that?" I ask sarcastically, raising an eyebrow at her.