My Fake Lover

#Lexi’s POV

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The sun shining on my face woke me up that morning. I sat up on my bed and rubbed my forehead even though I know, rubbing it, won’t help the huge headache I was having. My head was pounding as if my brain wants to escape it.

It feels like I slammed my head on a brick wall fifty times in a row. Who knows, maybe I had in my sleep.

“Stupid hangover.” I mumbled and lay back down on the bed.

That’s when I realized something. My body shot right back up so I was sitting up again.

How did I get home? Who brought me home? The last thing I remember was me being stupid by listening to that stupid guy Tyler, to drink that stupid drink called alcohol.

Once upon a time there was this stupid girl who drank alcohol for the first time. And drank five cups of it at her first time. And suddenly got drunk. And it was all because this dumbass named Tyler Evans. The end.

I’m such a moron. I don’t even remember anything. I remember flashes, but it all came blurry.

God, my head is freaking killing me.

I got out of bed and pulled my phone out of my pocket, but I dropped it on the bed when my head hurt too bad to even do anything.

I know that I’m never going to drink again. Why do people do it anyway? It isn’t fun. Especially when your head hurt this badly.

I looked at the alarm clock to see the bright red numbers tell me that it’s eleven thirty four in the afternoon. Did I really sleep that long?

Then right their, sitting next to my alarm clock, is my like saver.

A glass of water and pain killers for my hurting head.

God bless who ever put these here. I love you, who ever you are. I really need to find that out. It kinda creeps me out not knowing who brought me here.

I immediately drank the pills.

“Ahhh.” I whined and hit my head with a pillow when my head still hurt. I know it doesn’t work that fast, but I really wish it did.

I picked up my phone and called Emily.

No answer.

I tried again.

No answer.

“Crap, crap, crap.” I mumbled and slammed myself on the bed, my face pressed against the blue blankets.

Thank god it’s a Saturday. I would never be able to go to school at a time like this.

Maybe I could call Courtney. She was at the party. But I never even apologized for yelling at her. I don’t really know if I should apologize or should she be the one to apologize?

I turned over on my bed so that I was facing the ceiling. I grabbed my phone that was laying next to me. I hesitated but I still pressed on Courtney’s name on my contact list.

“Hello?” Courtney’s voice spoke softly after a few rings. But her voice sounded as if she was unsure or confused. Like a ‘why would she call me’ kind of thing.

“Hey Court.”

“Hi Lexi.” She said a bit louder, her time relaxing a bit. I heard her breathe in relief. Did she really think I called to yell the crap out of her.

“I’m sorry for going off on you the other day.”

“No worries.” She laughed. “I was just worried that you’ll never talk to me ever again.”

“You know that’ll never happen. We’re best friends. We have been since elementary school and always will be. Right?”

“Y-yeah.” Courtney’s voice cracked a bit. It was really soft, like she’s scared about something. Worried or unsure.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, of course.” She said quickly. “Now what did you want to tell me?”

“Do you know who brought me home from the party? I can’t remember.”

“No, sorry. I was with Tyler the whole time.” She paused for a few seconds. “He even brought me home.”

“Oh, okay then. Thanks.” At least I knew it wasn’t Tyler who brought me. Now that would be weird.

“No problem.” She suddenly hanged up without a goodbye.

I pushed myself off the bed and took a long shower. After that, I changed into a pair of light blue jeans and a button up long sleeved, checkered shirt.

I put on my black boots that went up to my knees.

I decided that I wanted to go for a long walk for some nice fresh air.

Thankful that my mom was at work, Ethan taken with her, I went outside. I don’t even know if my mom found out that I went to that stupid party last night.

I walked down the block, thinking at what must’ve happened at the party.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

It had to be Emily and Nick who brought me home. Since Courtney and Tyler were together at the party and I don’t really know anyone else because of the low social life I have. Unless a random person brought me home, somehow knowing where I lived.

That would be weird and creepy.

I don’t even want to think about it right now. All I need to do is clear my head and walk.

As I walked down the sidewalk, I kicked tiny rocks as I passed them.

I turned the corner, still looking down, and then

bam ! It felt like I hit a brick wall or something. I looked up to see who it is and cursed under my breath. I really need to stop looking down as I walk.

But my face turned a bit red wen I saw that he was shirtless. Freaking shirtless! It’s not everyday you hit a naked chest with a boy who’s already freaking hot and also has to have those amazing abs.

Is it just me? Or an I always bumping into this guy?

And another thing, it’s so cold outside. It’s January. How can he be shirtless?!

I just want to just scream at him until my voice dies out. Or until my lungs fall out of my mouth.

“What the hell?!” I yelled a him. “Can’t you see? Or are you just blind.”