The lingering dull pain pulsates in my head waking me from a deep sleep. Beads of swear trickle down my forehead. My parched thirst burns with an ache, longing to quench the thirst. The stench of lavender fills the room and consumes my senses, making me want to throw up the contents of my stomach. Ugh I feel terrible.
I pry my eyes open to the blinding sun seeping through the blinds of my bedroom. The sudden brightness forces my arms to shelter my sight. Wait my bedroom? How did I get home? The memories of last night replay in my mind and I remember how I succumbed to the darkness with Greyson by my side. Well, this is embarrassing, I mentally scorn myself.
"Sophie?" My mothers voice startled me as she opens the door as quietly as possible.
"How did I get home?" I say in a timid tone, not wanting to bring any further pain to my body. Her eyes loiter on mine, holding not disappointment, but warmth. She walks over to me, her lips gracing my cheek with the smoothest of skin, before taking a seat on the side of my bed. The beams of sunlight illuminate her gentle green eyes, complimenting her coal toned hair.
"Ethan and another sweet boy brought you back home dear, they were awfully worried about you" her sweet voice rings in my head like a moldy. Another boy? Who could it have been?
My mother leaves and I prop myself up from the bed, careful not to make any swift movements that could cause me to be sick. I take a shower, hoping to wash away both both the pain and the overwhelming smell of alcohol present in my skin. It alleviates some of the discomfort. Pulling an oversized sweater from my clothing draw, I return to lie on top of my mattress.
I grab my phone from my desk, unplugging it from the charger. *7 unread messages* the notification appears on the screen. As I scroll through them, at least five of them are from Ethan, eager to know I'm feeling and apologizing for leaving me by myself. I feel a twinge of sadness at this, there is I need for him to blame himself for my stupid mistakes. Despite this, a smile covers my face at his worry. I quickly reply to his text, only to find a message I could have not predicted.
*hey, it's grey. I hope you're okay, I got E last night as soon as you fell unconscious. He was pretty pissed off a Becca for messing with your drinks. If I'd have known what she was doing I would never have let that happen to you. I'm sorry. See you around Sophie.
Becca! Of course she was messing with my drinks. She's always been jealous of my friendship with Taylor. No doubt it was an act of vengeance. Pathetic. Despite this my heart flutters and becomes filled with butterflies. I have no explanation for this reaction and my cheeks flush at my foolishness. It was less than a week ago his boy, along with my help, publicly humiliated me in front of my history. I know so little about him, her he has this kind of affect over me. I have to stop this stupid little crush. I don't know how, all I know is that I want it to end.
