THE SWEET SPOT
The Hickey
He woke up with a terrible hangover.
Not only that his head hurt like someone punched him with a hammer, but also his eyes felt like someone pulled them out. In other words, his face felt like it was smashed.
Puck groaned in pain when he tried to move his muscles and slowly opened his eyes. He closed them again right away and almost shouted because not only the light was too bright but also his eyelids were painful to open.
''-am never gonna drink again…'' he mumbled and rolled over his huge bed. He really could not move. Every muscle hurt like hell and he had a feeling that he was spinning around and that he could throw up whatever he ate right now. His bed was soft and comfortable but he really had to go to the toilet.
The mohawked boy did not move for the next half an hour; his mattress was too good to be true, but then it really became urgent and he sat up with great pain.
''…I'm dying…'' his voice was hoarse and it burned through his throat while he used his vocal cords. It would be a good idea to just shut up. He gently rubbed his eyes and opened them completely. The sun was shining brightly through his window and his room was extremely hot and stunk like- like something.
He threw his blanked to the side and finally put his feet on the floor. While he tried to stand up, his room started to spin again and he had to sit down once more. He waited for a bit and calmed down. After a couple of deep breaths, he shook his head and stood up again.
He walked extremely slowly and had to hold on to whatever there was so that he did not lose his balance. When he came to the bathroom, the only thing he was able to do was kneel down in front of the toilet and throw up.
It was not very pleasurable, so I will not describe his suffering voices and silent tears of sorrow that the mmmm alcohol he drank last nig- err… today, had to go through his mouth again – just to the opposite direction.
After 15 long minutes, his stomach was empty and he sighed in relief. Like a hundred-year-old man he stood up, while still leaning on whatever was there and slowly walked to the washbowl. His eyes were still a bit misty so he could not recognize himself in the mirror. He just washed his face and brushed his teeth for his bad breath was just too much. When he finished, he put his tooth brush back into the pot and washed his mouth. Then he straightened up and looked at himself into the mirror.
And then he saw it.
He blinked a couple of times.
His eyes grew wide.
He gently put his hand on his neck.
The hickey was huge and red and whoever did this – she must have been eager.
After he showered and brushed his teeth, Puck walked back to his bed and fell into it like a stone. He was tired and worn out, but sleep would not come to him. His arms and legs were spread around and he groaned in pain that did not want to go away.
What the hell happened a couple of hours ago?
Drinking, flirting and sexing is something Puck would expect.
But drinking, black out and waking up in his own room with a gigantic hangover and a purple hickey on his neck was something new.
Yeah, girls liked him and his neck – which is why he is able to fuck around as much as he wants. But it seemed that this girl liked to eat his skin more than having sex with him. Where the hell was she?
Or more importantly…
Who the fuck is she?
He has to admit that he really does not remember much from the night.
Actually…
He does not remember anything.
There are some flashbacks of loud music, laughing jocks and dancing cheerleaders. He kind of remembers drinking a lot, while watching his friends do silly things and laughing their heads off.
After that everything is black. No memory. No anything.
The mohawked boy turned around on his bed and lied on his back – which hurt for some reason. And his shoulders did too. Even his lips were a bit swollen, but what made him think was the spot on his neck. He stroked it gently, trying to come up with an idea of what happened on the party at Matt's house. The dark boy finally transferred back and invited the whole school to his welcome party.
And when he said the whole school, he really meant the whole school. The normal kids, the geeks, the jocks, the cheerleaders and even the gleeks came and had fun together like they will most probably never have again.
It was crazy – that, he was aware of.
Considering his body state, he must have done some pretty strange things. But what they were, he had no idea.
A loud peeping sound came from his phone that lied somewhere on the floor. Puck was too lazy to move and find it, but eventually he sat up, bowed down and searched for his phone somewhere between his clothes.
Of course he found it and saw a couple of messages. Some have been waiting for him to read them for hours and one has arrived a minute ago. He opened his inbox and read what the guys wrote him during the night.
You lucky bastard :)
Came from Finn at 04:34. Why the hell would he wrote that? Who was the girl!
Use condoms
Came from Quinn a minute after Finn sent him the message.
Bro, hope ya know wha'ya doin
Matt has been wasted.
Traitor
Was Santana's reply and the chick he made out with must have really been a surprise for everyone.
Finally he looked at the last message that came a minute ago and was surprised that it was Kurt Hummel who send it.
Puck, morning, I know you will probably kill me for waking you up. Everyone was too drunk last night, and they don't remember anything – they said that what they do know is that you disappeared with a girl. Who was she! The gossip is huge and no one remembers who she is!
Puck just gaped at the message. Not only because it was the longest message he has ever received, but also because he found out that it would be impossible to find out who the girl was if no one remembers!
What the hell people?
''I'm never drinking again!''