Chapter 9
I awoke to the sound of dishes clanking. My head was throbbing more then ever and I felt sick to my stomach. What the hell happened last night? I opened my eyes and slowly sat up. I didn't recognize the surroundings.
"Where am I?" I asked thin air. I suddenly felt a throbbing pain in my stomach.
"Oh god," I lay back down.
"About time you woke up," a voice snapped. I turned my head. It was Hermione.
"Hermione," I muttered, "what happened?'
"You got in a fight in a club and I had to go rescue you and bring you here," she snapped again.
"I feel sick," I said. Hermione handed me a pail.
"Just throw up in this," she said, "you had way too much to drink last night,"
"Yeah," I vomited into the bucket for a while. When I finally stopped, I set the bucket down and she performed a charm to get rid of it.
"Feel any better?" she asked.
"Head ache," I moaned, "and you still haven't answered my question: where am I?"
"Yer at me house!" a voice boomed. Before me stood the tallest man I had ever seen in my life. He was a giant.
"Holy shit," I said, "what is that thing?"
"Tha thing is me. Rubeus Hagrid, Hogwarts gamekeeper,"
"Sorry," I moaned in pain.
"Why does my stomach keep hurting so much?"
"You got punched pretty hard in the fight," Hermione answered.
"Ugh," I lay back down. It hurt so badly.
"Is it swollen?" I asked. Hermione examined it.
"Yes," she finally said, after a few minutes.
"I'll go get some ice," She dashed away in the other direction and I reached for my cell phone. I called voicemail. Just a whole crapload of messages from Blair. Exactly what I needed at a time like this. Blair getting all involved and worried and frustrated that I didn't call her yesterday. I pressed her speed dial. I waited for the call to connect to New York. Just as I accepted the charges, just as I heard Blair say my name, I heard Hermione come back. I hung up and switched the cell phone off. The last thing I needed now was Hermione knowing about Blair. The two of them were so much a like and yet so different…it's too hard to choose one of them. Blair has been there forever. Hermione has been around for a week…and I didn't even know if she likes me or not. So the obvious choice should be Blair Waldorf. But the problem….Blair is assertive and doesn't stop to get what she wants. She tramples everything that gets in her way of her goals just to achieve them. Hermione, on the other hand, is a good girl who plays by the rules…and that's problematic because there's no game in it. She's not really trying to make me jealous or hitting on other guys to show off. She doesn't have a boyfriend…unless you include Weasel…which I'm supposed to be helping get her back to him….
I'm confused.
"Who were you calling?" Hermione asked.
"My friend Nate," I lied, 'from New York,"
Hermione passed me a bag of ice and I held it against my swelling stomach. It felt so good.
"Does it feel better?" I asked Chuck. But he was already asleep.