A Beautiful Disaster

Chapter 1: Monday Blues

Have you ever woken up with a hangover so bad, that you barely know where you are, or what year you're in? Yeah, this was that day.

I was sure I had consumed as much alcohol as an ordinary human consumed in a year, in three days. Friday night, a girls night at Joslyns place. Re-watching old Disney movies, dancing to High School Musical and Cheetah Girls. Don't hide, we have all done it. 

Saturday and sunday is all kind of a blur. We were at this apartment downtown. Or two. And we snuck into a club. And, got thrown out of it. It was a wild weekend. And in this moment, I swore never to drink again. But, I had kind of made that promise before. Like, every monday. 

I finally pushed my ass out of bed, and looked over at my phone. 06:30. I had this weird habit that I did not really sleep for that long whenever I had been drinking. I had no idea why, I should be out like a candle after that weekend. But, I knew my parents would get pissed if I missed school because I had been drinking. AT least when they had no idea I did drink. And i wanted to keep it that way. There were a few things I wanted to keep to myself. Like most teenagers. 

After a quick shower, I pulled on some black skinny jeans, and an ordinary, black singlet, with a cardigan. Guess what color. 

Now that I did not smell like alcohol and regret, and the color returned too my cheeks, I ran my brush through my hair a few times. I guess one of the fem things i liked about myself was my hair. But that was because I could hide behind it. A lot of people had asked me why I did not pull it up. I just, I never really liked the look. My hair was wild and chocolate brown, reaching my waist. I had used too much money on hair products to just tie it up. 

I could not do much with the bags under my eyes. There are just some things concealer can't fix. I still put it on tho, just so that I would only look tired, and not dead. Together with a winged eyeliner, nude lipstick and some mascara. I usually put a lot of effort into my makeup. I liked it. I was not one to put it on because I was insecure, or wanted to impress others. I just enjoyed how I could change my look. But, as you might have understood by now, i was not really in the mood.

I walked downstairs, only to find out that my parents had already left. Great, then there was no one left to question why I wasn't eating. I simply grabbed a big glass, and filled it with water, drinking it so fast you might think i had never seen it before. For anyone who has never had a hangover before, let me explain. The reason why you feel sick after drinking a whole liquor store, it's because your body gets dehydrated. The only way to get rid of the nausea, headache, and the general feeling of ickyness, you need to drink plenty of water. You're welcome.

There was no need in standing here, waiting for the time to pass, so I grabbed my bag, and walked out. With this much time, I could just walk to school. I think I needed the air, to clear my head and such. The sun was about to rise. This was one of the reasons why I loved spring. The light. Watching the sun wake the rest of the world up. The nights were not too bright, but still warm. Like a good blanket. 

The school was almost empty when I arrived. Understandable, it was only half past seven. Like, 45 minutes until you were forced to meet up. I don't even think there were a lot of teachers here. You know it was bad when you met up before the teachers. I sat down on a bench, and pulled up a book. Dreams of Gods and Monsters. I was a sucker for fantasy. I had been one of those kids who really wanted vampires and werewolves to exist. I had been a hardcore believe, and I guess I still hoped. Who didn't want some handsome undead to come to your window, by midnight, living out some forbidden romance? I was such a girl sometimes, it started to worry me. 

"Are you deaf or something?"

What the....? I looked up, only to meet the most amazing blue eyes. And once I laid my eyes on him, my body screamed. Danger. This guy was tall. I was quite tiny, so I guess I saw most as tall. But, he was REALLY tall. Between 6,1" and 6,2" I believe. His gaze...It scared me. It was like he could stare right into my soul. Pull out every dark little secret. That with a flick of his wrist, I could spill everything. 

"Excuse me?"

My voice, incredibly enough, stayed hard and clear. No matter how intimidating his gaze was. No matter how he towered over me. Something told me I should have pissed my pants or something by now. 

The corner of his lips slightly curved, like he found something amusing. The same flickered in his gaze. 

"You're excused sweetie. Can you now tell me where I can find the Headmasters office?"

The nerve of this guy! Who did he think he was? I shot up like a arrow, barely noticing my book falling to my feet. I had no idea what I was really planning on doing. Yell, punch. Tell him he could stick some corn up his ass. But by the look of it, he was not as amused anymore. "I am waiting kitten. I don't have all day." 

I was at complete loss of words. I had encountered arrogant pricks before. But, it did not seem like he was arrogant in the same sense. Just like he viewed me as below him. As some stupid little girl, who was prepared to go on her knees, and worship the ground he walked on. 

"I am about to show your attitude straight down your throat, sweetie." I bit back. I grabbed my book, and bag, before walking around him. He seemed pretty startled at my reaction, but at least it shut him up. Quickly, I hurried into the school. There was something about him that gave me a feeling. A feeling that he was not one to be alone with. The clock was getting closer to eight, and I walked over to my locker to grab my books. The hallways was being filled up with students. I was sure Mr.Arrogant could find some other helpless prey to follow him to the office. 

As I stood by my locker, looking for my history book, two firm hands clamped down on too my shoulders, making me jump. Only to hear such a familiar laugh. "Nate, I swear, I will bury you 6 feet down below ground, ALIVE!" I quickly turned, holding my history book up, ready to smack him. He held up his hands, shaking his head, still laughing. "Morning to you too beautiful." I rolled my eyes, and slammed the locker closed. "I hate you, so much. Why do I even bother hanging around with you?" I mumbled too myself, as I walked dow the hallway, too the classroom. "Because, my entire being lights up your life, and is probably the main reason for your existence?" My fist connected with his shoulder. "Confidence is key, my friend." I heard him yelp, and looked over at him, finding him rubbing the spot I'd hit. "Damn, are you PMS-ing or something?" Wow, that was a hit below the belt. "Don't just assume I am PMS-ing just because I am grumpy. If you do that, when you're sleeping, I will just assume you're dead, and bury you in the backyard." (Whaddup Superwoman reference) 

He did not get a chance to respond, before we walked into class, and sat down. The teacher, Mr.Brooks, was already in place, looking at the clock. It was 08:11. "Where the hell..." Like on command, someone walked in. "Sorry I'm late..." I looked up. Damn. F*cking. Hell. Those piercing blue eyes met mine. I guess he at least found the office.

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So....What do we think? Do you already hate me? I know it's short, and slightly boring. But, leave a reply, or don't. But I would be very happy if you did :D

I will probably update tomorrow or something, but right now, I am working on an application for a job, so wish me good luck!

Until next time,

Love, Chess.