Don't make the same mistakes again

Headaches

Dylan

The days seemed to be dragging on as more exams squeezes its way through my schedules, and I still can't help but think of the day me and Brayleigh met.

Nowadays, I hardly saw her, she would either be hurrying to her next class or rushing home, all done in a flash of hurry, and I highly doubt she had even seen me. Without dad, things started getting difficult at home. Mel had to work full time and I hardly get to see her, I had to pick up a part time job too, and Mel is still busy looking for a cheaper apartment for the two of us.

I was struggling to keep up with both my work and my job in a club. 

A voice had sneaked into my thoughts and I wondered how long I have been spacing. Bar girls were swaying their hips on stage catching a lot of attention while several couples disappears into rooms. The voice, "Sir, may I please have another bottle of whiskey. Sir, can you hear me?" I shook my head and retorted, "You're going to get a terrible hangover afterwards, but heck care! I'll get you another one." I stormed off for a bottle of whiskey when Levi walked over. "Bad day?" 

"Sort of." I uttered as I retrieved the whiskey and brought it to that crooner. He stopped me as he garbled some shit, but I caught a question, "Girlfriend ditched ya?" 

"What the---"

"You must have realize...d... shes is a whore... e. Orr maybe you cheat... ed on h...er and realize...ed she will nee... v... er... like..e you."

"Shut up you moron, you're drunk, so just do me a favor and go home."

"You b...itch!"

"Out!" I barked. His words were still stuck in my head. Cheated... never like you.

I growled and threw my apron down, when Levi said, "Let's head over to your place to have a drink, and we can talk it out?" I stared at him and grunted, "Fine." 

We walked over to my house where it was the nearest. 

We were sitting on the counter top. We had only spoken about Brayleigh and his ex girlfriend before I got too drunk to speak.  

I woke in the morning and scanned my surrounding. I was back in my room, what in the world happened?

I called Levi, because somehow he is the only one I recalled being with yesterday. He picked up almost immediately, "Hey Deal, hungover?" 

"Damn right I am, my head hurts like hell."

"Ha too bad, you drank quite a lot yesterday, not to mention. I'm back at work so I can help you inform boss that you can't turn up today."

"How did I get back home?"

"I drove ya piece of shit, by the time you reached home you were hungover like a retard."

"What the f---" I waited for a while trying to recall everything, "I can't remember, but I think I did ask you to drive cause I was too drunk to."

"You were seriously so... drunk!"

"What are you talking about? Get your damn thoughts straight!"

"I think you need to get your mind straightened, we were drinking at your house, dude! You probably crawled back to bed, by yourself."

"I don---" I felt bile form in my throat as I stumbled, left... right... left again, the wave of nausea that hit me was so intense that I hardly made it to the toilet bowl before I emptied my stomach., my stomach contracted and all its contents came spilling out, the pungent stench came from my nose too, filling the whole damn toilet. The nausea continued to claw at my throat as I reached to the sink and washed up. 

"Dylan?" The phone sounded as I ignored it, it silenced.

The aching in my skull ebbs and flows like a cold tide. I understood at once why they call it a hangover, because I feel as if the blackest of clouds are hanging over my head with no intention of clearing until the late afternoon, and for the rest of the day, I just hung around on my bed feeling terrible, until she came around.

Brayleigh

"You can't be serious." Emily exclaimed. "I am very much very, extremely serious right now, she's literally insane. I can't even get a proper weekend for god's sake!" She pat my shoulder. "Better than getting drunk, Dylan's having a terrible hangover. He had a hell of a drink yesterday, and someone's got to babysit him." I pointed at myself, "Me? Ems were you even listening to me? I told you, my schedule is packed to the brim!" 

"Actually I was listening more carefully compared to you. According to you schedule, you are completely free from one to three, so go cook up some food for him."

"Are you insane?"

"Yes and that's why I'm suggesting for you to go. No big deal, modelling session is over, you attend your lectures, hurry over to cook him lunch, hurry back to meet Mark's parents, and hang out with Mark and then you can meet us for surfing along with your brother just right before family dinner. Awesome! See you later, girl!" I gaped as she flicked her hair and strutted to her car. 

I rubbed my head, the headaches were getting worse. I popped some Aspirins into my mouth and rushed off for lecture classes. 

After class, my headaches had severed but I still continued to drive over to Dylan's house. As I hopped off the car, my head throbbed. The pain felt like someone had taken a knife to my skull. I leaned my head against the car. Squeezing my eyes shut, I willed the pain to go away. The rest of the world became detached, and all I could concentrate on was the pain rooted deep in my head. I gasped, it was probably a migraine because only one side of my head hurts like hell and my left eye had started tearing.

Nonetheless, I continued walking towards Dylan's house. I knocked on the door half leaning on it for support. I heard grunting and the crashing into objects as he made his way over. When the door opened, he was staring at me, clearly taken by surprise. "This is Ems idea, not mine, I need to... rest, before I make you lunch."

"I can handle it." He acted independent. 

"Ye right. I'm clearly more capable right now. Just sit." He pushed the door open wider as I walked in and stumbled onto a seat finding balance. After a while, he asked worriedly, "You okay?" 

"Obviously better than you, hangover?"

"Ye."

"You look like shit." He remained silent as I stood from the chair and headed into the kitchen. I grabbed a pan and fried up steak. My head silently throbbing as I became aware my heartbeat became louder palpitating in my chest, I knew I would faint if my stomach gives out. 

Then, the nausea crept from my abdomen to my throbbing head and the world went into a blur.

Never get too worked up🙄😲What is Dylan going to going to do now? PANIC AND RUN!😂

Levi Conner Thompson