How to Be a Bad Girl ✔

Chapter Twenty-One - Can't Stop, Won't Stop

~♡~Mac's POV~♡~

I wake up to the sound of my phone. My mouth feels sour while my throat is dry and itchy, causing me to cough a little. There's a loud ringing in my ear and it feels like someone is hitting my head with a hammer — but, I'm still alive.

With a loud exhale, my hand rummages my bedside drawer. Within seconds, I find my phone and try to read the new message. But, my vision is a bit blurry and my head is aching, so I decide to drop the phone on the bed and try to curl back to sleep.

It took a great amount of alcohol to put me to sleep last night. After Dylan left, guilt consumed me and I couldn't sleep. The next thing I know, I found myself going to a nearby convenience store and buying a six-pack of beer at 3 A.M. Suffice to say, it worked. But, the aftermath is worse than ever.

Right now, the guilt has returned and I can't shake it off my head. What I said to Dylan was incredibly cruel and there's nothing I can do to change it.

I should've known better than to say those horrible things about Dylan's mom. What if he goes back to that self-destructive road again? And this time, I'm the one who causes that.

Me.

My headache worsens when that thought pops into my mind. The thing is, from the outside Dylan may look like a tough guy. But, underneath it all, he's weaker than most people. It's ironic how I was the one who helped him out of that mess and now I'm shoving him back to that hellhole again.

Oh, God. Please don't let it be that way.

As the guilt continues to worsen, so does my morning hangover. Right now, my stomach churns so bad and I feel like throwing up. When it's getting worse, I run to the bathroom and pour my stomach content — or the lack of it — into the toilet bowl.

While my stomach feels better now that it's totally empty, my head pounds louder in return. I close my eyes and drop myself onto the bathroom floor, dragging a hand to massage my aching head.

Should I just call him and apologize?

But, what if he asks me to do what he asked me yesterday? What would be my answer?

Can I really stop being a bad girl? Sure.

But the bigger question is: will I?

The sudden phone ring startles me, causing me to jolt back. "Ouch!" I groan loudly as the back of my head hits the sink. Rubbing my head, I carefully stand up. The room is spinning on me, so I put my hand on the walls to help me stand straight.

It takes a while before my vision gets better and I begin to regain my balance. In the meantime, my phone has stopped ringing. Taking a deep breath, I head back to my room and drop myself on the bed, bouncing on it in the process.

With a small sigh, I grab my phone and see who was calling me at this time of day. The call comes from Sophia — which is strange, considering it's still 8 in the morning. Knowing Sophia, she almost always wakes up after 9, sometimes even at noon! So... what's going on?

I decide to check my message to see if she's the one who sent it. My eyes widen when I realize Sophia has sent me twelve messages starting from 6 A.M.

Seriously, what is wrong? Was she involved in an accident? Is she in a hospital? Or worse, in jail?

I let out a small gasp at the possibilities. But within seconds, I realize the impossibility of it. If she did end up in jail, then she wouldn't have her phone with her.

Whatever happened, my curiosity peaks and I read the message one by one.

6.05 A.M.: Ready for tonight?