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Chapter 5: Hangover

(Luke’s POV)

I woke up with a KILLER headache. I didn’t even want to open my eyes, I couldn’t imagine what the light would do. I groaned loudly. I could hear Michael’s keyboard clicking and it wasn’t helping.

“Dude, could you please…”

I suddenly felt really sick. Like, about to vomit sick. I bolted out of bed and made it to the trash can just in time before I threw up everything.

“DUDE!!! What the hell, man! That’s disgusting,” Michael complained walking out of the room. I would normally apologize but I was afraid I’d puke again. I crawled back to my bed and saw a note on my desk.

Hey Luke,

You’re probably awake now with a hangover…

Hangover? I don’t drink! Oh… Oops…

… so I left you some ibuprofen. It should help your headache. I hope you’re not sick and that you feel better. Remember we have Fiction Analysis tomorrow. Good thing we got a head start on Sat right? I’ll drop by later and check on you.

Love  --Kris :)

Love was scribbled out, but it was still barely legible. I’ll admit it hurt, but my head hurt more. I swallowed the ibuprofen and lied face first on my bed. Why, why did I drink last night? How much did I have? Judging by what was in the trashcan, I had a lot.

All I really wanted to do was sleep in silence. I got my wish for about 5 minutes but then there was a knock at the door. I bet Michael forgot his keys.

“Coming!” I groaned.

I shuffled my way to the door and didn’t bother to look through the peep-hole. I was surprised to open the door and see Kris. I guess she did say she was dropping by, but not this early.

She was wearing leggings and a loose tee shirt. Her hair was in a floppy bun. It was cute. I looked down and she was holding two cups.

“Hey, how do you feel?” she asked searching my face.

“Like a zombie,” I replied, “what’s in the cup?”

“A pumpkin spice latte with extra cinnamon,” she handed one to me.

“I don’t think I should drink it, thanks but I just threw up,” I admitted.

“Small sips,” she advised, “a little something but alcohol in your system will make you feel better.”

I managed a smile, and took a small sip. It tasted kind of good, but also kind of like bile. She told me that we needed to get to class soon. I looked at the clock and it was 11:45.

Shit. Just kidding, it's not that early.

“Noooo,” I moaned, “can’t I just sleep today?”

“Nope, we have a project. And I feel like crap too. The ibuprofen will kick in soon. You took it right?”

I nodded and grabbed some fresh clothes and my shower kit.

“I’m going to take a hot shower before class. I’ll have time right?”

She thought for a moment, “If you keep it under 10 minutes you should be fine. I’ll just meet you there. Oh and also some eyedrops might help, your eyes are really red.”

I thanked her and headed for the showers.

The hot water felt nice. I felt a little less disgusting and more like a really happy zombie (am I still drunk?). It was quiet until a group of football jocks walked in. I think they were in my class.