Divergent Powers High

Chapter 12: Hangover Hell

I wake up abruptly, and in pain. My head is raging and my body is aching insanely. What did I do last night? 

The memories are hazy, and I'm not able to recall anything past Never Have I Ever. My arm sways around on the bed, hitting something hard. 

"Hm?" The voice is muffled. 

I quickly turn over, looking at a shirtless, rather good-looking, Tobias. That hard object was his chest. 

Damn, I scored. 

"Where is your shirt?" I ask, sitting up. 

Bad idea. The second my head is up in the air, my skull starts pounding. Instinctively, my hand cradles the raging pain. 

"I got hot last night, it's fine. Are you okay?" 

I shake my head, wincing, "How much did you let me drink last night?"

 He sits up,seemingly in a much better condition than me.

"You had a lot, four cups of spiked punch, plus something like fifteen shots." 

I groan, gently laying back into the bed. The foggy light pouring in from the window is still enough to hurt my eyes. 

"You still have to get up, Bea." 

I shove my face in the pillow, wanting to sleep through this hangover. Suddenly, the blanket slips off of my body, and I'm pulled into the air. 

A giggle escapes my mouth as Tobias swings me into his arms, bridal style. 

"What are you doing?" 

"Bringing you downstairs, what else?" He chuckles, opening the door. 

I bury my face in his chest to avoid the bright lights of the Pedrad's house. His feet going down the grand stairs creating a bumping rhythm on my body. 

"What the hell is going on there?" I hear Christina yell. 

I try to get out of Toby's arms, but he holds me tight. 

"We are just going downstairs, what's the big deal?" He hops off of the last step, hurting my head a bit. 

Most of the curtains downstairs are drawn, in favor of the majority of us who are hungover to all hell. The lights aren't on, so the online source of illumination is a musty morning haze peeking out from the sides of the curtains. Christina and Will are slumped on the recliner, for once not making out. Both of the Pedrad's are slung lazily across the couch, limbs strewn about. 

Lynn and Lauren and laying against each other on the floor, and Marlene and Shauna are cooking something that smells heavenly. 

Tobias brings us over to the last seat, an over-sized bean bag, and sets me gently down on one end. 

I roll to my side, as Tobias lays behind me and places a strong hand on my waist. 

"What were you two up to last night?" Zeke mumbles, winking. 

I tense up a little. It really wasn't his fault, Zeke probably has no idea how I feel about those things. 

"We fell right asleep Zeke, stop being a freak." Tobias snaps. 

It really is reassuring to know he will defend me immediately. 

"Man, I was just playing around." Zeke adds. 

"Hangover breakfast is ready!" Shauna calls from the kitchen, too loud. 

I struggle to get up, but succeed with the help of a pull from my lovely boyfriend. We all trudge over to the kitchen, a mess of alcohol-smelling, dead inside, mutant teenagers.