Chances of That

High Expectations

I sat downstairs on my sofa with a tea towel full of ice held to my head, 4 painkillers in my belly, a stack of untouched pancakes on the table next to me and all curtains and lights switched off.

"Sweetie? Do you want another smoothie?" My mum whispered from the doorway.

I nodded my head in reply and then instantly regretted it. I let out a little moan and held the ice bag closer to me head.

Hangover's are the worst.

I had to admit though, my party was totally worth it. And everyone there clearly agreed with me because I had to turn me phone off due to the amount of vibrating it was doing from incoming texts all day long.

I still hadn't heard from Mr Mystery though, however I had heard from Olive and Pepper.

Pepper rang me at 8 am this morning. EIGHT AM. Bitch.

Saying that she's sorry she didn't come, but being pregnant and all makes your social life suck.

Then at 11 am, Olive rang me and with a hushed voice asked me how I was.

She was hanging like a bitch as well, so we cancelled out plans to spend the day together and instead made plans for the following day to get our hair and nails done to make ourselves feel better.

To be completely honest, if I'd just sat outside in the boiling hot sun with some shades on, I would probably feel better by now. Especially if I'd taken my drugs earlier that morning.

However, I didn't take my drugs early and frankly, I wanted to stay at home and wait to see if I ever got that promised meeting from Mr Mystery.

It was now nearing 2 pm and I was being to wonder what I was going to do to occupy my time until Mr Mystery came round, when the doorbell sounded.

I heard my mum rush to the door and greet someone with "SSSSSHHHHHH! She's really suffering a baaaaad hangover!"

But whoever the person was burst into the living room and ripped open the curtains to immerse me in light.

"Get up you lazy piece of shit! It's a beautiful day that needs you in it!"

I'd never been so upset that Peter was talking to me.

"Peter? Go home and leave me alone." I said slowly and slightly hushed.

However, Peter continued to shout in my face, "Get up, I'm having a pooll party and your presence is required ... No ... Needed!"

And he hauled me up off of the sofa, making me drop the ice bag on the carpet, and he dragged me out of my front door and across the green in between our houses before I had a chance to realise what was happening.

The sun blinded me and sent pumping sensations to my head through my brain.

I winced in pain and tried to shield my eyes but failed miserably.

And then I realised that other than the residents of the household I was currently in, I was the only person here!

I found myself shouting, "Peter! I'm the only person here! Why have you bought me to a party where I'm the first person to arrive when I could've been getting dressed out of my freaking pyjamas and gotten myself a bit more prepared for this party!"

My brain began to pulsate and it started to feel slightly swollen, but I still continued to glare at Peter.

"Oh, I didn't realise you were in your pyjamas!" He held my hand and walked me out to the back garden through the double doors in his kitchen. The touch of his hand sent slight shivers up my arm and I flashed back to when he used to hold me hand all the time when we were little and completely took it for granted. And whilst I was focusing on these memories, I didn't notice Pepper walking backwards holding plates of food and backing up right into me until it was too late and I was surrounded by water, gasping for breath.