Unplanned

1. Wild

This is not a good look, I am aware of that.

Ask any girl.

They don't want to be known as the trashy girl without shoes, throwing up in the shrubs outside the party. But here I am, and that is exactly what I am doing. I don't even notice the nice person rubbing my back and holding my hair until there's a bottle of water in my face and I am gently being lowered onto the ground.

"I'mnotdrunkthisusually" I slur out, shaking my head. 

I giggle as I realise that that sentence did not make any sense, but the person beside me - I squint - a boy, and a handsome one at that, doesn't seem to mind that I'm practically falling all over him. In fact, he is holding me up, which is not an easy task since unfortunately I am a sloppy drunk. He says nothing and hands me the bottle of water. I take a sip before I feel a wave of nausea overcome me again. 

His cool hands are on my neck and forehead and succeed in making the act of throwing up practically effortless. 'Thanks" I mutter, when it's over.

A few minutes pass before I look up from the space between my knees and there's no one beside me. I'm a little sad for a moment "WHERE IS THE PRETTY BOY" I yell out into the street. 

The sound is practically drowned out by the beating of the bass in the house behind me. I know, I can tell, that I am behaving horribly. But in the moment I don't care. I lean into the soft grass and curl up, closing my eyes and drifting off.

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I don't know how I got here, into my own bed, or in my pyjamas. But one thing I do know, is that there is someone in my bed. For a second I panic and stiffen up, but two things happen. 

1. My body STRONGLY protests to movement, and to the fact that there is light streaming through my dorm room window curtains, and
2. The snoring is coming from none other than my housemate Kara, who undoubtedly slept next to me to make sure that I didn't accidentally swallow my own vomit and die (one of her biggest concerns after watching a documentary about it in health in grade 9).

I don't remember much of last night, but laying in my bed I can distinctly remember yelling at some poor girl and then there are flashes of me in the bushes, throwing up, like the classy bitch I am. My moans of embarrassment are apparently loud enough that Kara wakes up with a grunt "Still alive?" she mumbles. She takes my groan in response as confirmation, and simply points out the door. 

"You need to shower. You stink and you do NOT want to go to work smelling like you do". My groan continues until she pushes me off my bed. I squeal in protest, but the bitch has a point.

A glimpse at the clock tells me that it is 10am, prime time to shower before the dorms get busy. Unluckily for Kara and I, we both were last minute transfers, and were stuck with one of the overflow dorms which didn't have their own showers. This meant waking up at the butt crack of dawn if you wanted a hot shower that didn't come with a side of long hair circling your feet as you washed yourself. 

Gross, and thank god for shower shoes and disinfectant. The girls bathroom was down our end of the corridor, and by the time I got there, did my business, and got back to our room, Kara was awake and dressed for class.

"You're so lucky you only have class" I muttered as I pulled on my work uniform. Kara's smirk followed me around the room as I picked up a few things and tied my long dark hair into a braid. "Girl, you are gonna have a hard day". She grabbed me in a hug and I laughed when she squeezed. 

"Careful, I might throw up" I winced. Clearly I was only half joking and her precautionary step back was enough to make me laugh out loud. "See you later", a quick slap on my bum and she was out the door. Ah, the lovely roommate relationship we had. She takes care of my drunk ass and I tried to be less of an ass while drunk. It's a lovely friendship.