Say I hate you ✔

22- Stupid peer pressure

I abruptly sat up from my bed as I felt my head pounding in pain.  I shut my eyes tight and massaged the side of my head. It feels like someones whacking my head with a sledgehammer. Fudge .

Click!

I turned at the door and saw my dad holding a camera focusing on me. He looks up at me and grinned and clicked to it once more.

"What are you doing?" I asked, frowning. Why's my dad suddenly showing a passion for photography?

He just grinned wider and clicked on the camera once more. After the camera had produced a shutter sound he looked at the camera and started tapping completely ignoring me.

"I should add this to the album! Ken's first hangover!" He says excitedly to himself. The last word rings in my head.

Hangover.

Hangover.

Hangover.

That explains the pounding in my head and the slight dizziness. But, I don't remember anything or getting my hands on an alcohol.

"Huh?" I asked confusedly.

"You were drunk when you got home last night. Thank God Daniella was there to bring you home after you passed out" he explains smirking at me. I gasp in horror.Suddenly, memories of last night started flashing through my mind.

"Do it"

"No"

"Do it"

"No, No, No" I say crossing my arms. We're at the seashore facing at our bonfire lying in the sand.

"Just one shot" Daniella presses holding the glass closer to me. I scrunched my nose in disgust as the strong smell of alcohol hit my nose.

"No" I say pushing the glass away from me.

"Aw Ken. Don't be a pussy" She pouts. She already smells of alcohol too.

"Yeah, Ken. Don't be a pussy" Diego slurs.

"Yeah. You're a pussy!" Ryder teased his words slurring.

"Pussy Pussy Pussy Pussy!" Jason repeated as he drank from a bottle of beer. Great. I'm sorrounded by drunk idiots with the exeption of Daniella, of course. They started chanting "Pussy!" at me. Stupid peer pressure.After a minute, I finally had enough of them and grabbed the glass with alcohol from Daniella and gulped it down. I groaned as I felt the burning taste of the liquid in my throat.

"That's my boy!" Ryder exclaims but then frowns. "Ew I sound like a creep"

"That's because your a creep" Jason counters. They continued quarelling but I really can't make out their words.

"I want more" I suddenly say referring to the alcohol.

"sure?" She quirked her eyebrows. I nodded. Wanting more was a mistake because I kept on drinking more and more. After drinking who knows how many bottles of alcohol I barfed and set my last empty bottle on the sand. I feel whoozy and.....strange. I laughed at myself. Stupid tempting alcohol.

"Hey.....guys..I think I peed on my pants" Ryder suddenly slurred as he laid on the sand.

"Wow...that's amazing" I say laughing at him then at myself. I can't seem to control myself. Whatever.