Careless

Chapter Four

I wake up to a horrible morning. The sun made my eyes burnt out and my throat was dry from throwing up. Ugh.

My head is pounding and my hair is fucked up. I stretch my arms out, yawning like a cat, judging by how open my mouth gets.

I feel every muscle in my body refreshing up as I shift in my bed, the early bird being noisy and annoying as usual.

I don't get how people like the sound they make. It's like they are dolphins with tiny voice boxes so they can't be as loud as them but definitely high pitched.

Groaning, I squeeze my eyes shut and lick my lips, making them tender and wet.

I reach out to get my phone and check the time, immediately getting bonneted with texts and missed calls from shit face meaning Scott.

"Fuck you and your apologies"

I say after reading the newest one. He is so desperate.

Even saying sorry a zillion times won't change what I saw that yesterday and I'm happy that I saw it before I lost my virginity to such a fake liar like him.

I can feel my blood boiling so I choose to ignore it the rest of the texts and stuff my phone under my pillow, dragging myself out of bed and into the bathroom to take a hot shower to wash my hangover off of my body.

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Well that shower wasn't so helpful.

Last night was a disaster. I can't believe I let my guards down that easily and got drunk and worst of all, almost fell for Harry's stupid tricks.

I have a terrible headache and I've puked twice since I got back.

Walking to the bathroom I feel like puking again. I groan, staring at myself in the mirror above the bathroom sink, almost scared of myself.

I have terrible dark circles and my face looks pale and emotionless. I look fucked up. I basically look like a zombie.

Looking down at my watch, I scream. I remember that I have a history class at 10 am.

"Shit!"

I run out to my closet, forgetting about my terrible hangover.

How could I forget this?! It's all Scott's fault. Gosh I can't even think about that asshole.

At this point, I can only think about how I'm gonna survive today without making it obvious that I'm hungover.

I run to my mirror, patting on some power and then smoothing out some foundation on my face and quickly draw a simple line on my eye lid with my eyeliner and apply some lip gloss onto my dry lips.

I slip on a simple shirt and jeans, grab my bag and car keys and storm out of my room.

I click my feet together, waiting for the elevator to stop. Rushing out of the elevator, I find my car, hopping in.

I fasten my seatbelt and look at myself in the tiny mirror, realizing that I haven't done my hair.

I quickly tie my hair up in a messy ponytail, finally getting the chance to start the engine.

"SHIT!"

I yell, looking at my watch. Okay, it is 9:47 and I have to drive to campus and get my books from my locker.

Zooming out of my parking spot, I fly to campus, my whole body on fire as I try hard to not pass out.

When it comes to studying, I'm a nerd. I never ever fail any exams or assignments and I never miss classes.. Even if I'm sick.