Sam came to consciousness the hard way. His head felt like it was going explode as it pounded furiously. Also, it didn't help with Dean jumping on the bed and singing Bon Jovi at the top of his lungs. Sam felt himself jolting up and down on the lumpy mattress as Dean skill fully dodged his legs as he bounced. Feeling like a building was left on top of him, Sam groaned signalling for Dean to stop. Thankfully he did, and jumped down and stood there to watch his wreck of a little brother, with a stupid , mocking grin on his face.
Dizzy and nauseous, Sam begrudgedly sat up. The natural light in his room burning his eyes. Oh, god, so this is what a hangover feels like. He could hear his brother's laughter fill the room but didn't have much chance to have a go at him as his stomach flipped upside down on him. Without thinking twice Sam jolted to the bathroom to chuck up his poisoned guts.
After about five minutes of cleaning his insides out into the toilet, he sat there with his head resting on the plastic seat. He finally noticed he was still in the same clothes as last night. Somehow Sam got the strength to get up and go to the sink. Splashing his face with cold water to wake him up and brushing his teeth thoroughly Sam was wide awake, even if it was with a stinking headache. Walking out the bathroom to get changed, he passed Dean who was still smirk at his wrecked state.
Once he was in clean clothes Sam checked the time, it seemed that Dean had actually got him up in time for school. Packing his bag, Sam ran down the stairs to find Dean sat at the table with his coffee as usual. Looking around Sam asked, "Where's mom?" Dean looked up from his drink. "She went to her friend's house. Something about morning shopping or whatever." Dean shrugged. Sam shrugged in unison, going to the cupboard to look for his cereal. "Oh, no. You're not eating that rabbit food. You have a hangover am I right?" Sam nods standing up from the cupboard. "So.. What? Am I suppose to starve myself for the morning?" Laughing, Dean shakes his head. His brother leans down to retrieve something from his own bag. After rummaging, he sits up chucking a little box to Sam. Catching it he sees it's paracetamol, Sam smiles. "Thanks." "No problem. Now for breakfast, c'mon." Dean stands up, grabbing his jacket. Sam shrugged following without question.
After a few minutes, they pull into a diner car park. "Wait here." Dean jumps out the car and jogs over, going into the diner. Sam sat in the car, scanning his bag to make sure he'd packed everything. It was about fifteen minutes later when Dean reappeared with a plastic bag in hand. Getting into the car, he hands Sam the bag. Looking in it Sam's hit with the heavenly smell of the cooked food. Almost drooling, Sam takes out the box and plastic cutlery. He turns to Dean grinning like a kid at Christmas. "Thanks Dean. You didn't have to but I'm grateful." Dean just chuckled.
Sam dug into the cooked breakfast without hesitating, it was true, fatty, hot food was the best thing for a hangover. Sam finished it by the time they got to school then suddenly looked at Dean with regret. Dean looked at him knowingly and held up a pack of mint gum, Sam snatched it from him. "You're the best dude." Sam shoved several sticks in his mouth climbing out the Impala with his brother. "I know. Now go find your friends, Samantha." He says with a wink as he locks the car and walking to his own.
Drugged up and full of food Sam was ready for the day ahead. He was on the way to his locker when a massive wave came over him making him feel a bit tipsy. Okay maybe not as ready as he thought. Shaking it off, Sam continued thinking about how he wasn't going to drink that much in a while. That's when his memories of last night hit him like a brick wall. The stumbling down the hall, the rich golden eyes and those sickly sweet lips.
The intensity of the memory swept of Sam and his chest tightened harshly. He was about to going into another emotional fit when he pulled himself out of it. No. Not today, he was already rough as hell, he didn't need to be worrying about stupid things such as the mystery man that haunts his mind. With his mischievous smirk, soft slicked back hair, and those lips that makes your mind go- Wait, no! Sam shook himself out of those thoughts. He didn't have time for this.
When Sam finally got to his locker, his friends were there waiting for him to show up. Smiling, Sam greets them and sorts of his things in his locker. That's when he notices Jo smirking. "What?" Sam asks, feeling suspicious. "A little birdy told me that you went to Ash's party last night." Jo states in a sing song voice. Sighing, Sam regrets asking in the first place cause he knows he was drunk and probably did something stupid that everyone knows about but him. "Yeah… And?.." Sam pushes her to explain more. They all start walking to their first class, continuing the conversation. "'And?' Ash said he was going to see if you wanted to play beer pong and he turned the corner to see you.. and someone else… kissing~." Sam's jaw drops to the floor. Oh god, now everyone thinks he's gay. Life fucking hates him doesn't it.
"Oh god, no." Sam whines. "When did he-. What did he see-Did he say who? Does anyone else know?" Sam stumbles of his words, fearing the answers but knowing he needs them. Jo laughs a little and the other two just walk along listening in. "He only told me and these two." She point to Chuck and Garth, who nod in response. "And all he said was, you were kissing some tomboy chick with medium gold hair." Sam takes a breath of relief. Ash probably couldn't see the front of the guy who he was kissing, and obviously jumped to the conclusion that it was a girl, thank fuck for that. Now his headache was pounding against his skull.
"Uh.. Yeah.. It just happened I guess. Let's just leave it at that." Sam struggles to get his words out as saying it seems to make his throat close up on him. Jo rolls her eyes and makes him promise for juicy information later on before splitting off into her own classroom. Sam popped another pain relief pill before heading into English, which was so going to help his head. Slumping into his seat and getting out his books, Sam doesn't notice the new face that passes him to seat a few rows behind him.