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The Guy Who Gave Up His Jersey


My headed pounded as I threw up over and over in the toilet. I had woken up with the most disgusted feeling inside my stomach. I had to jump two feet from my bed to the restroom to make it on time.

The fluid acid burned my throat; giving my mouth a sour taste. I laid my head on the back of the tile wall, hoping I was done puking. I wasn’t sure what had happened or how I got home, but all I could hear was the whispers’ of Alejandro.

I gagged and threw my head inside the toilet, vomiting clear fluids. Someone rubbed my back, soothing me.

“You okay?” I heard Alejandro say in a husky voice.

“Yeah I am perfectly f-“Before I could even finish, I puked again.

Dear Jesus, how much could I puke up? I had hardly eaten yesterday and it seemed like my body was puking a months’ worth of food. Alejandro grabbed a hold of my hair, keeping it out of my way.

After a couple of minutes my stomach settled down; I dropped my behind on the floor relaxing. My headache had gotten worse and my mouth tasted like death. Alejandro rubbed his eyes, gazing at me worriedly.

“What are you doing awake?” I asked him, taking in a deep breathe.

“I was asleep until I heard your puking. I thought you were dying or something,” He teased me.

I chuckled, softly. “I feel like I’m dying. What happened last night?” I questioned him, putting my hands on my stomach.

“You went overboard with the drinks. I can honestly say you let the “wild child” out of you.” He responded, laughing to himself.

I brought my hand up, waving it around. “No, I didn’t. You took me to the second floor and we started dancing and I felt sick, but all you kept doing was whispering things in my ear,” I corrected him.

Alejadnro sighed; he grabbed a cloth from the basket and soaked it. He bend down to my level and began wiping off the vomit that had dripped from the corner of my mouth.

“Yeah I was telling you things but not in your ear. I kept asking you if you were okay and you just seemed out of it. Before I could take you out the dance floor you passed out,” He said, quietly tapping my mouth.

I opened my eyes and his face was right in front of mine. I gulped, backing away slightly. Why was he telling me one thing when I knew he was telling me things in my ear? I heard him say: I like you Juliana…I like you more than you can ever imagine. I was sure I didn’t dream that; or could I have?

My head thud, causing me to winch in pain. God, how could people survive this type of torture? Alejandro shook his head at me.

“You’re suffering your first hangover,” He mocked me, sitting down next to me.

I laughed at myself. So this was a hangover…I hate it. I will never ever drink again; alcohol didn’t even taste that good. I placed my head on his shoulder, just enjoying his company.

“Juliana,” I heard him say my name.


“I really wasn’t whispering anything to you. I think the drinks got to you way to quickly, but I just don’t want you to use this against me in some way.” He told me, quietly.

“As soon as you passed out I took you straight home. I made sure you were okay,”

I put my thumb and index finger in between my eyes, pressing down on the bridge of my nose. I wasn’t sure what the hell happened last night, and right now I didn’t even want to think about it. All I wanted was this frustrating headache to go away.

“I won’t use this against you. Everything else you have done up to Wednesday than yes they will be used against you, but last night it won’t be held on you. I know I’m not good with alcohol and I still drank,” I told him, looking up at him.

He nodded. “You feel better now?” He asked me, still concern.

“A little,” I whispered.

When Alejandro helped me to stand up, the disgusting feeling came back to me. He wrapped his arm around my waist as I hurled inward in the toilet. God, it was official alcohol and I didn't mix well.

"Did you eat anything yesterday?" He asked me as he patted my back lightly.

"No. I didn't have time to eat," I mumbled, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Then that's why you’re puking so much. Your stomach was empty when you drank; honestly I think it's better to drink with some food in it." He informed me, shrugging.

I snarled at him. "Thank you for the tip,"

He could've asked me if I had eaten before letting Xavier shove a drink in my hand. I dropped my head down again as acid burned up my throat. Alejandro stayed with me the entire night; pulling my hair out the way and soothing me every time I puked.

I thought maybe he wasn't sleepy at all, but when finally my stomach settle down and I saw him clearly, he had passed out. I placed my head on his lap making myself into a little ball. I was too tried to move him or even move myself. I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes letting myself drift into my sleep.

"Juliana," I heard someone's voice.

I groaned, why they couldn’t let me sleep. They shook me lightly, but in my head it felt as if they had strangled me entirely.

"My head," I cried, grabbing onto it.

"Honey you have to wake up," I heard my mom say.

I sat up from the ground; Alejandro wasn't next to me anymore. I gazed up at her, she smiled kindly at me.

"Come on Julie let’s get you into bed." She told me, picking me up from the ground.

"Where's Alejandro?" I asked her as we walked to my bed.

"He went to go take Yavanna home. He told me you two went out to a party and that the food made you sick." She responded taking off the covers from my bed.

So he left me on the restroom floor, without waking me up or anything? Jerk. He could've at least helped me up or placed me in bed. I guess last night was just a play to fool me. He just wanted me to forget he got me drunk last night.

"He insisted to place you into bed but he seemed so tired, so I told him to leave you there that I would take you to bed." She finished telling me.

"So he wanted to take me to bed?" I whispered.

She chuckled lightly. "Yeah he was really concerned. Now lay down Julie you need to rest," She ordered me.

I heard the door closed behind her and for a couple of minutes I began to think. Who was Alejandro Rodriquez? Was the guy I saw last night a different guy; was that the guy he told me I didn't know.

"Ugh, Juliana why the fuck do you care; he still a player." I talked to myself.

Right, either way if he was being nice or caring he was still a player, a jerk, and a manwhore. Guys like him don't change, especially not for a girl. He wouldn’t show me his true colors, because he didn’t have true colors. Alejandro was exactly the same guy who he appears to be; he didn’t have anything to hide.

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Michael Trevinoas Alejandro Rodquiez
Demi Lovatoas Juliana
Mario Maureras Xavier
Gabriela Ayalaas Herself
Denise Demi
Olivia Olive
Ariana Grande as Herself

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