Mako's Message: This is, once again, a chapter I'd been looking forward to for awhile. And, once again everything I'd wanted to say in this space has fled my brain, so...
Enjoy!
Oh, right. There's a cleaned up version of the previous chapter in the forums. If you were able to read it at all though, please don't read the clean on.
Oh my god. How drunk was I?
I can't even read what I wrote last night. I even thought I had it upside down at first. But it's just a bunch of illegible scribbles.
And when I woke up I had a text from Dave asking, "Why is there a video of you stripping in my inbox?"
I can't believe I did that. I mean, one, what if I'd fucked up his e-mail address or something? I could have sent that to a complete stranger and it could've ended up all over the internet.
It was bad enough when it was just a crotch shot all over school.
Ugh. It could have ended up in the hands of people like that fat fuck who tricked Jessi. That's so gross.
I told Dave, "Could you please delete that."
And he said, "Already done."
He's too good to me sometimes. He's such a gentleman too. Didn't tease me about it at all
I do wonder how much of it he watched though. I mean, as glad as I am that it was deleted cause I don't want something like that just sitting on someone's computer, even if it's Dave's. But I can't help thinking about what he was thinking when he saw it. Did he scream in disgust and close it? Or did he like what he saw enough to watch the whole thing? I don't think it was that first one though. I hope it wasn't at least.
I mean, I know I'm nothing spectacular but I'd like to think I'd at least be enjoyable to look at.
But Dave...he probably closed it as soon my clothes started coming off.
Ugh. This whole thing is such a disaster.
At least we didn't trash the place.
Sure, it's a mess, but nothing's broken and when the girls left at least one of them must have had the sense to take the empty bottles with her so there shouldn't be anything that'll REALLY get us in trouble.
Assuming we're not still hung over when her parents and brother get back. I feel like there's a firing range in my head.
Angela hasn't moved since she woke up and that was just to bury herself in her blankets.
Never mind. She just ran for the bathroom. Don't hear any retching so I guess she just had to pee.
I texted Riley and Alice as soon as I realized why my head hurt so much. The only thing they both agreed on was that I needed to drink water. So that's what I've been doing and I think it's starting to work. Their firing a lower caliber at least.
And I don't know if I'm nauseous or just really hungry. I feel like I want to eat but I also feel like if I do I'll throw up.
At least we have a few more hours before Angela's parents and brother get back. I think. If they get home when they said they will.
I wonder if we can ride this out at Dave's or something. Knock on his door, "Hi, we're hungover. Hide us from our parents?"
I have no idea what Mr. L would say if he saw us though. Might be worth the risk though.
Hmm... Dave taking care of me. Might be nice. Maybe I will go. Don't know about Angela though. She's back under her blankets.
I can't really leave her to the wolves like that though.
Or maybe I can. It's her fault I'm in this condition.
I could probably get her ass moving if I threatened to distribute the picture I took of her "presenting" last night. Nothing high-school boys like more than a drunk party girl with her ass in the air.
"Dave, help me, I'm drunk" would be a great excuse to grope him though, "Help me up the stairs I can't feel my feet."
I'm seriously debating if that would be worth the blow to my pride.
Maybe I'll eat something plain, like an english muffin. That might help.
Ugh. I think Angela might actually have the right idea. I'm gonna see if I can get another hour or two of sleep.
