Teenage Fever | Jude Bellingham (Completed)

11.

𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒔𝒐𝒏
Square 1
𖣘ꨄ❤︎

I found myself in a familiar predicament: sprawled out in this dorm room, nursing the mother of all hangovers. As the sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting dappled patterns across the floor, I couldn't help but think about quickly the weekend had flown by.

It was Monday morning, and yet I was still recovering from the Friday night festivities at Elixir. Serena's animated recap of her time with Rodrygo seemed to echo in my ears, each word a painful reminder of my own inability to keep up.

"...and then Rodrygo said the funniest thing," Serena was saying, her words floating in and out of focus as I struggled to keep up. Every syllable felt like a hammer pounding against my skull, and I winced at the sound.

I tried to piece together the fragments of Serena's story, but my thoughts felt muddled and disjointed, like a puzzle with missing pieces. How had I managed to drink so much at Elixir? And why did it feel like someone was tap-dancing on my temples?

I lay in bed, wrapped in blankets and regret, unable to comprehend how I had managed to squander an entire weekend in a haze of alcohol and poor decisions. The throbbing ache in my head served as a cruel reminder of the price I had paid for a few fleeting moments of reckless abandon.

As I stared up at the ceiling, I couldn't help but wonder how I had ended up here. Missing my first class of the semester was a new low.

As Reece breezed into the room, her presence alone seemed to amplify the pounding in my head. I winced at her blunt assessment, unable to summon even a hint of a smile in response.

"You look like shit," she declared.

"Thanks," I muttered, my voice muffled by the pillow that I'd pulled over my head in a feeble attempt to block out the world.

Reece crossed the room in a few quick strides, her gaze scanning my appearance with a critical eye. With a sympathetic sigh, she reached out and gently tugged the pillow away from my face.

"Come on, Brielle, you can't stay in bed all day," she chided, her tone softened by a note of genuine affection, I must look half dead then because this was not our usual interaction. "I've got just the thing to cure that hangover of yours."

I raised an eyebrow skeptically, my curiosity piqued despite the throbbing ache in my head. "Oh yeah? And what might that be?"

You know it's really bad if I'm interested in her help.

She grinned mischievously, a glint of mischief dancing in her eyes. "My secret hangover remedy, of course," she replied cryptically. "Trust me, it works like magic."

With a reluctant sigh, I pushed myself into a sitting position, rubbing my temples in a futile attempt to ease the pounding in my head. I keep creating new lows, I'm unrecognizable at this point. "Fine, I'll bite."

Reece flashed me a m grin before reaching into her bag and producing a small packet of pills, she excused herself then came back with cup and a steaming mug of tea. "Take one of these," she instructed, handing me the packet of pills. "And drink this," she added, offering me the mug of tea.

I eyed the pills warily, wondering what kind of magic potion Reece had whipped up to cure my hangover. But the pounding in my head was becoming increasingly unbearable, and I was willing to try just about anything to make it stop. I said a prayer, hoping the mug was clean and that this pill wouldn't kill me.