Chapter 5

*Ashley’s P.O.V*

‘Ugh. I feel sick. I think I’m gonna throw up.’

My thoughts are disrupted as I run into the washroom kneeling over the toilet, puking out whatever it was I ate last night. I’m spending the entire morning bent over the toilet puking , with an earth shattering headache.

‘I must admit though, last night was fun.’

It really was, I mean, I don’t even remember half of it and I know it was fun. If it wasn’t, I wouldn’t be having a hangover or kicking out some random blond chick from my bed.

What really annoys me though is the fact that, despite the night of fun I just had I still can’t get my mind off of Spencer. It’s making my head throb and it makes my want to scream, but since I know that’ll make my headache even worse, I’ll refrain.

“Ashley, come get up!” Aiden screams into my room

And I accent the word “scream”.

“You don’t have to yell… I’m right here” I say in a quiet whisper, trying to stop the ringing in my head.

“It doesn’t matter that you’re right here, when we’re supposed to be there.” His voice is a little quieter now.

I was surprised that he wasn’t as bad as I am. In fact, normally he’s the one wasted beyond repair. It’s a good thing he wasn’t though. A drunk Aiden isn’t really a pleasant Aiden. He’s the type of drunk that would pick fights with innocent and random passerbies. I remember lost of cases in high school where his drunken stature got us into a lot of trouble. And I do mean a lot.

I can’t say that I was proud of the way we acted in high school. In fact, we did a lot of stupid things we probably didn’t mean. ‘I know I did…’ But what can you expect form the popular people at school. They’re never squeaky clean, no matter what they use to try and hide it. In my case I used money…and a mask.

I try to take my mind off the depressing subject; it wasn’t that hard considering my focus was on trying to find painkillers for my headache.

I dress myself and head downstairs to see Aiden talking cheekily to the blond girl. It makes sense since she was supposedly straight ‘Not last night, when she was screaming my name. They’re always straight, until they’re not’