BET

Chapter 2: Hungover

Jake Clarke in media above.

Song of the chapter: Hangover -ft Flo Rida

There are a lot of things that I tend to dislike, and one of them was waking up early in the morning with a massive hangover. Or maybe I should separate the two. I guess that makes two things then.

I made my way to my locker with my bag in one hand, slung over my shoulder, and my pounding head in the next.

"Hey, man!" A familiar voice rang and I flinched at how loud it sounded. Jake's arm slung around my shoulder and he had a huge grin on his face.

How is it that he doesn't seem to be having any after effects of last night's party? And I was sure that he drank more than everyone else.

The whole thing made me irritated. It didn't help that I was nursing an hangover, and was practically exhausted from the lack of little or no sleep I got from last night's party.

"If you want to keep that arm of yours, I'd move it if I were you." I threatened, glaring at his arm.

"Take it easy, man" Jake backed away jokingly, then later rejoined me, throwing his hand back over my shoulder.

I glared at him and sighed in frustration. I did not have the energy to entertain his behaviour.

"You're lucky I'm not in the mood." I opened my locker and took out the books I needed, then stuffed my bag inside before carefully closing it as if it was a new born baby.

Jake snickered at my carefully planned actions, before finally releasing me.

"Did you talk with Asher about the agreement you both made as yet?" Jake asked as we made our way down the corridor where our classes were located.

I shrugged an answer.

"Aren't you the least bit curious as to what the challenge will be?" He asked with an all to serious expression, as we entered my math class.

"No, not really." I shrugged once again as I sat down in a seat at the back.

"He did say that this one will be different..." He tried changing my mind about it as he sat in the seat before me.

"Jake, what's my name?"

"Um...what does that have to do with anything?" He asked confused .

"I asked you a question. What's my name?" I asked a bit irritated by his ignorance.

"Stephan, but what does that have to do with anything!"

"Not Stephan, but Stephan Hart." I clarified before continuing, "And Stephan Hart never loses a challenge." I gestured towards myself cockily.

Losing his argument, he remained quiet.

"Exactly, so stop fussing over minor things." I patted his shoulder.

Right then, we heard someone clear their throat. Stood before Jake was a wimpy looking boy. He looked small in size and he wore a pair of black glasses. He had short, brown hair which was combed back. He had freckles on his cheeks and some could be seen on his neck. He was wearing a pale blue shirt with khaki pants.

"Um-uh...y-you're in my s-seat" the boy stuttered, shifting uncomfortably.

Jake looked at him as if he just took the last slice of pizza. The boy cowered before him and as if he realized his mistake, he apologized and sat in a different seat.

I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my lips from the scene that took place before me.

"The kid didn't even have a chance. You should've seen your face!" I laughed uncontrollably.