Hangovers are a bitch.

But of course, I’ve known this for years now, since I was like, fifteen and went to my first kegger. But the headache I woke up with the morning after my eighteenth birthday was by far the absolute worst I’d ever experienced. It felt like someone had beaten me over the head with a fucking sledgehammer. And who knows, maybe someone did. I’d been so wasted last night I don't think I would have even cared. In all honesty, I probably would have found it funny. But of course, everything was downright hilarious after a few shots of vodka.

I groaned, pulling the thick blanket over my eyes to block out some of the light that was only making my throbbing head hurt more.

“Good morning beautiful.” A deep, groggy voice whispered beside me.

Well fuck.

All too quickly, I felt nauseous for reasons that had absolutely nothing to do with the amount of alcohol running through my system.

I slowly peeled the blanket back from over my head, regarding the half naked boy lying beside me smiling.

“Did you sleep okay?” He questions.

“Uh, yeah. Thanks.” I murmured, slowly getting up from bed to try and find my discarded clothes. I was almost positive we’d had sex.

“Hey, uh,” I paused. For fuck’s sake I couldn’t even remember the poor guys name.

“Jake.” He prompted me.

“Yeah, right, Jake. Will anyone see me if I go out the front door? Or should I like, climb out a window or some shit?” I said sarcastically.

“What? You’re leaving?” He asks, hurt touching his voice.

“Well, yeah. I wasn’t going to stay.” I said, letting myself carry off.

“Right, right. Ria Hamilton doesn’t do relationships.” He said, pausing when I gave him a look. “Don’t be stupid Ria, everyone knows you. I guess you could leave out the front, Mitch left for work about an hour ago so it should be cool.”

Mitch Carter, my best friend, had thrown me a huge-and when I say huge I mean HUGE-eighteenth birthday party, inviting people he knew from gigs he played with his band. Which would explain why I had absolutely no fucking idea who the hell I woke up next to.

“Right, uh cool.” I said, turning on my heel and leaving the room.

What he said was true, everyone in this shitty small town does know me. I’d built up quite a reputation in the past three years. Whatever, not like I give a shit anyways. I’d always been one to ruin the good things that happened to me, but I finally decided to call relationships quits when I watched my parent’s fairy tale marriage fall apart.

I pried open Mitch’s front door, wincing as the bright sunlight hit my eyes. I sighed and dug around my purse, looking for my cell phone. When I found it, I dialed the number for the cab company, sat down on Mitch’s tiny front steps and lit a cigarette.

When I got home, dad was sitting at the kitchen table, stirring his morning coffee. He looked up at me, shrugged and went back to stirring his coffee.

“Where’s mom?” I asked

“God only knows.”

My parent’s hadn’t really paid much attention to me since they had started fighting, mom was always either crying or drunk and dad, well dad just pretends like nothing happened.

I grab a water bottle out of the fridge and head up to my room, not stopping to check if my mom was in her room. She was probably just as hung over as I was.

I walked into my room, laid on my bed and fell asleep for what I could only assume was the rest of the day. Whatever, not like I was planning on doing anything anyways.

Notes

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- shelby