I woke up with the biggest headache ever. I probably hit my head somewhere hard. I had never felt my head like this before.
My thoughts disappeared as the ache worsened once I heard my phone's notification sound. I looked around for it and found it in my jacket pocket.
I had many notifications. 63 missed calls and 110 messages. Most of them were from Michael. I didn't want to bother going through every single one of his messages, so I just read the recent one.
From: Michael <3
Goodmorning... I kno tht Ive ben sendin u non stop msgs nd u obviously dnt wanna tlk to me but I relly need to tlk to u to clear things out Plz txt me bak nd lemme kno where u at so I can pik u up...
I seriously disliked the way he texted. It really got on my nerves. I mean, I don't mind "lol" "brb" and the other "mainstream" shortcuts, but ones like "ben" instead of "been" and "relly" instead of "really", that's a no, but I love him and I guess I have to live with it.
But what really got me uncomfortable was us needing to talk about something. I wonder what he did this time. I didn't waste any time thinking of possibilities.
To: Michael <3
What's wrong babe? What did you do!?
I placed my phone back down next to my face as I laid down. A few seconds later, I got a reply. I also got a big pain in my head.
From: Michael <3
Relly? dnt be lk this it gets on my nervs wen Im serius nd u act lk a child tkn things as a joke nd u bein all sarcastic jus tell me wher u at so i can pik u up
I hate being called a child. I know that 14 year olds are called children still, but I'm pretty mature.
To: Michael <3
Umm excuse me? Don't be calling me a child when you yourself act like one. At least I'm at a age closer to one. Unlike you, my texting is more towards an adult's. Aren't you actually an adult though ? Now tell me what the hell did you do !
My anger and confusement increased my headache even more. Now it's a thousand times worse than before. I squished my head from the sides with my hands and waited for Michael to reply back so he can at least take away the confusement. Maybe even some anger.
I waited a long time, but I got no message. I just continued to massage my head. I finally heard my phone ring and I slowly turned my head to look at it. I was about to pick it up as I noticed a glass of water and pills.
I looked all around me and everything was unrecognizable. I realized that I was definitely not in my room. My room had nothing except for a mattress on the floor and my clothes on a corner. My dad isn't cheap, but once it comes to me, he needs to save every penny he can.
This room had everything I didn't. A king sized bed, cabinets, a closet, a carpet floor. This got me way too confused. Where am I? I'm probably dreaming. Yes, that's what it is. A dream. I'm not really having this painful headache. Michael isn't acting weird. I wasn't sleeping in this strange room. I probably fell asleep in Victoria's house last night. Alex decided to take me to his house since he always takes me home or to his after a party. But he doesn't like leaving me home with my father, so here I am in his bed sleeping while he's on the floor. Yes. That's exactly what happened. And I'll wake up any moment now.
My thoughts, once again, disappeared as someone, very attractive, came in the room. He looked too familiar. But then again, this is a dream.
"Hey, ummm, are you feeling better? I left you a glass of water and pills right here," he spoke as he picked up what he mentioned and was handing them to me.
He froze in a position with his arms straight out holding the glass of water and pills. He gave me a confused look as I didn't take it from him.
"Are you okay? Here, you should take these pills. Your head must be throbbing right now."
The water and pills were so near me that I had to grab them.
"Yes, yes it is throbbing. Haha, I know this is a dream, but it feels as if my head is actually throbbing.. You know... In reality." As I said that, I set the pills and water back down on the counter.
"Ummmm okay then... Well, this is reality, not a dream, and you should take these pills before your headache gets worse. You were pretty drunk last night..." He handed me back what I had set down.
Drunk?! I got drunk? Oh god, I'm as bad as my father! I guess last night wasn't a dream. All I remember was being at the bar... The room.
Suddenely my phone vibrated, notifying me that I have an unread message. I looked around for it.
From: Michael <3
ok ok im sry for sayin tht im outsid ur hous btw hury up nd well go out to clear thngs out
To: Michael <3
I'm not home...
It took me a while to process this... I'm not home!
"Take me home. Why am I here? I asked you to take me home last night!" I was worried about what he could've done while I was asleep.
"Calm down, I'm sorry. I took you home, but no one was there and I didn't know where else to leave you, so I brougth you here. I'll take you home right now. It's not that far from here actually." He was red, obviously embarassed. I feel bad for shouting at him. But how am I expected to react? It seems like he wouldn't be the type of guy to take advantage of me, so now I felt a small tingle of embarassment as well.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to yell. Thank you, for not leaving me out in the cold streets." I said, honestly. "I will like to go now, if it's okay with you." I didn't want to bother him, but I didn't want to walk home like this. All this confusion and yelling got me feeling worse.
"Okay, I'll go get the car ready." He left right after. I drank down the pills and water and looked for my shoes. Then I remembered, I threw them out. Why would I do that? Michael is going to kill me.
I grabbed all my belongings and walked out the door. I didn't take any time to acknowledge this home. I just looked for the door out and looked at the parking lot. No attractive man, Brian, starting a car anywhere. I walked further to the front yard and looked throughout the whole parking lot and I couldn't find him. That happened for a long 5 minutes until I heard a beep. Beside me, I saw him in the car.
I didnt know he had a garage. I felt my face heat up from embarassment and walked to the car.
I got home in 10 silent minutes. My dad was still not home.
"Umm, thanks again." I was closing the door as he suddenely said the first thing since I got in car.
"Can I have your number?" I can tell he realized he said it too fast because he turned his head, looking down, while blushing. I didn't know if I should, after all, he is still somewhat a stranger, but I see no harm, so I just smiled and nodded.
"Excuse me," said another deep familiar voice. I turned to look at the owner of the voice, but before I got the chance to, I felt hands push me away from the car. And then I recognized Michael getting in the car, starting to throw punches at Brian.
Sorry for the long wait, I've been way too busy! If this chapter is too confusing or short, maybe even rushed, let me know!
