Attractive Idiot [NaNoWriMo]

24

Alexia’s POV

I moaned, my head feeling like someone had thought it would be a good idea to run it over with a car. No wait, make that a truck. An eighteen wheeler. 

Light was shining behind my closed eyelids, and I threw my arm over my face to try and make it darker so it wouldn’t sting so much. 

I felt like everything was on hyper drive, and I felt super sensitive to everything.

“Morning,” someone chirped, and at first I wanted to scream because of the ringing it caused in my ears, but then I was suddenly alert to whoever was here. 

Ignoring my body’s protest to keep my eyes shut and just ignore the world until this raging headache mulled over, I gingerly peeled one eye open to see a fuzzy image of a guy standing in the doorway with a tray in his hand. 

I vaguely recognized him as Colin, and my brain was flooded with memories of last night, ultimately causing the headache to throb more. 

“What happened?” I asked anyways, my voice feeling scratchy. I wanted to confirm what I thought were my memories. 

“Well, I found you at Dwayne’s party last night, completely wasted. You were harassing some girl,” he chuckled at this part and I mentally thought that I would scowl if I didn’t think it’d hurt so much. 

“Then what?” I urged. 

“I told you that you needed to go home to sleep off the alcohol, but you told me you didn’t want to go to your house so I brought you to my place.”

“Where are your parents?” I mumbled, fighting the need to go back to sleep. 

“They’re divorced and I live with my dad. But right now he’s on his yearly business trip to California, so I have the place to myself.” I saw Colin give a slight shrug as he set the tray down next to me, and the smell of cooked foods made my stomach rumble. “I made you breakfast though, and brought you some ibuprofen. I figured you might be hungover.” I watched him as he smirked when I winced at the overload on my senses. 

“Thanks,” I muttered, too tired and in pain to speak any longer. With a slight struggle, he helped me to sit up and I took the ibuprofen, before laying back down and waiting for it to take effect. “I’m never drinking again,” I said, more to myself than him.

“I need to go shower, but I’ll leave the food here for when you want to eat. I made eggs.” Moments later, the door slammed, the sound reverberating in my mind. It hurt pretty badly just hearing that; it was as if the noise was amplified due to my hangover. 

It was probably twenty minutes later when I finally felt okay enough to open my eyes and start eating. The bathroom was near the room I was staying in, and I could hear Colin turning on the water and turning it off after he was done. That was about ten minutes ago. 

The eggs were cold, but I didn’t care; I felt ravenous. 

I engulfed them within four minutes flat, and it was a decent sized plate of eggs paired with toast slathered in honey. 

Despite being cold, it was pretty delicious.

Colin came in minutes later, fully clothed, as he towel dried his hair. 

“How are you doing?” he asked as he finished drying his hair. 

“Much better now, thanks,” I told him honestly. My head still felt a slight throb, but it wasn’t even close to the intensity it was before.

“That’s good.” He gave me a genuine smile. “But now you have to tell me; why didn’t you want to go home last night?”

Now that my mind was pretty clear and I could think, I remembered all of it. I didn’t want to remember any of it.