Chapter 22: Hangover + Classes

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I knew it was pointlessly going to school but I'd managed to make it to my homeroom. It was still pretty early when Alexandra and I stepped in but Kacy was already seated next to Jace. She was blabbering away and Jace looked as uninterested as possible but she still went on.

"Oh." Kacy said as Alexandra and I sat behind her. I didn't even look at her because I'd already figured what she was referring to. I wasn't answering any of her texts yet I walked into class with Alexandra. The thing was I'd always been closer to Alexandra so I wasn't really choosing a side, Alexandra was just way easier to deal with. Kacy on the other hand reminded me way too much of Tiffany and looking at her made me remember Nick, which I didn't need to do. He was OK, moving on and not even trying to talk to me. I knew it was dumb of me, but I really wanted him to talk to me, to explain the whole situation to me and let me know it was just a misunderstanding. But he had different plans, plans including Tiffany and not me. To think I was dumb enough to believed he loved or cared about me.

I took my phone out and started swiping away so it would look as if I were busy. I wasn't into the talking mood, if I was being honest I wanted to be as far away from school as I could. I only had to ignore everyone around me for a short while before seeing our teacher step in. I mentally thanked him because I knew I couldn't have gone another minute in the excess chatter.

The silence that fell in the class presented the perfect opportunity for my headache to somewhat lessen, leaving me to feel as though pins were wiggling further into brain instead of the knives I felt stabbing at it before.

The pain continued as I stepped into my literature class already dreading the hour to come. Instead of sitting up front I found a seat to the furthest back. Before I knew it my head was resting against my table and my eyes were closed. I wasn't sleeping, the pain just felt less unbearable that way. I heard my teacher voice and knew the lesson had began. I couldn't raise my head to even pretend I was paying attention, I just kept the position I was in.

"Miss Martinique are you listening?" The teacher's voice rang in my ears and before I knew it the pain in my head increased. Of course he would've called me out, I was probably one of the only students who listened to him when he was speaking.

"You're excused until you get your brain to stop sleeping." His harsh words didn't affect me in the slightest way but instead I was actually really happy about getting to leave. I raised my head slowly from my table only to see that everyone's gaze was on me. I didn't know if it was the hangover or the unnecessary attention but I instantly felt like puking. I stood, taking my bag from my chair and started to walk to the door.

"Oh and Mr Reeds, please help her to do it quickly." He huffed, as if he was truly upset about it.

I wanted to turn around immediately and let him know I was fine but the sharp knives returned to my head and I ended up through the door faster than I'd noticed.

The halls were empty so I wasted no time in finding the cafeteria. I knew Michael was following me, I heard his shoes hitting against the floor but I didn't dare to turn around and meet his gaze.

For some reason the cafeteria wasn't empty, a small group of footballers were around a table on the lawn just sitting and talking.

I walked over to the counter, where the lunch lady was and order myself a cup of coffee hoping that it would help my headache. The old lady who was taking my order asked me to repeat about three times but I couldn't seem to speak any louder. Michael though successful heard what I was saying and repeated it for the fourth time for the white haired lady. She smiled at me, handing me the way too hot cup.

I didn't remember thanking her or anything instead I took it and made my way past the footballers, to a table under a tree. When Michael was passing the table I heard a sudden burst of chatter from the guys. I didn't hear anything they were saying, everything sounded like buzzing.

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