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Chapter Nine: iAm Hung-over
The morning came so much fucking sooner than I wanted it to, and I was greeted by a miserably splitting headache and my mother pounding her fists mercilessly on my closed bedroom door at six in the morning. Six A.M., mother! That means I'm sleeping! I was reluctant, but I got up and dragged myself to the door. My light was off and my blinds were closed, so my room was very dark. I tripped over myself a little and grabbed onto the door knob, holding myself up. I leaned against the door frame and pulled the door open enough to see her. She was a wreck, just like me. It was like looking in the mirror, but I had no fucking clue what I looked like. I was too tired to care at the moment.
"What, mother," I practically snapped her head off. She took a weary step back and smirked. I guess my breath smelled worse than a bathroom after a burly trucker stumbled out of it. The look she had on her face was priceless: it was a mixture between anger, shock, disbelief... I think she gathered that I had taken her Jack and finished it off.
"My Jack," She offered; I was right. "Where did you put it?"
"I drank it. I have school. Go away." I closed the door in her face and locked it up tight. I don't even know how I'm gonna get my ass to the bathroom without her... oh, wait! The bathroom window is big enough for me to get through and it branches off onto the fire escape, too. Ha. I love being able to climb. Well, in my mildly groggy state, I really wasn't up for that climbing ordeal. I just grabbed some clean clothes and shuffled on over to the bathroom. I was sluggish and I'd probably be like this all day. I was considering just not going to school, just drinking all day, murdering my liver a little more with each and every sip I take.
When I got into the bathroom, I locked the door. I set my stuff down on the back of the toilet and started the shower water. I didn't care that it was still kind of cold. I let the water wash over me, tickling my skin, waking me up even though I just didn't want to get up yet. I wanted to stay trapped in the dream I had been in last night. It was a fairytale, to say the least. But the Jack made it hard to even remember everything. I just... ugh. I can't believe Carly did that to me. I never thought she was capable of such hurt and pain. But she hit the damn nail on the head, didn't she? She got it down. I wouldn't be surprised if she was fucking around with Freddie, too. Well, not actually sleeping with him, but playing suck-and-go-kiss. Wow. Did I really just peg my best and oldest friend as a whore? Psh, hell yes I did.
Against my own will, I decided to face everything and everyone head-on and go to school. The one person I was most worried about was the person that I saw first. And she was smiling? What the fuck, Carly. She tapped me on the shoulder to get my attention, since I was riffling through my locker to find my Spanish books or whatever.
"What do you want," I snapped at her, not even softening when I saw it was her. If anything, she put me more on edge just by being there.
"You didn't answer your phone last night after you left. It started raining. I wanted to make sure you were okay," She confessed, opening her locker as well and started to swap out some books. Unlike Carly, I never did my homework, and almost never brought books home. She was so punctual. I'm sure that she would be our valedictorian when we graduate. And Freddie would probably be the salutatorian. He'd be cut out for the position. I'd be lucky enough to even graduate, honestly.
"You don't have to bite my head off, Sam." She replied calmly. Obviously she was disregarding the whole reason as to why I didn't just stay with her last night. "I have some good news for you!" She was practically squealing, too. I had turned my head away again, giving my locker the majority of my attention.
I wasn't really listening to her, but when I turned my head in her direction again, I saw a guy holding her around the waist and she was leaning her back against him. No. Carly Shay, you do not fucking do that to me.
"Who are you," I asked him angrily, my eyes flinging daggers at him. If he didn't take his hands off of my Carly, there were going to be serious mother fucking issues here. I will take him and she knows that I will. She knows I'll beat the living shit out of this guy, and that this point, her sweet voice wouldn't be able to lull me out of a fight.
"Michael Levik, Carly's..." She nudged him in the gut and he immediately shut up. I already knew what he was going to say, though. Luckily the five minute bell rang. I didn't even give them a chance to finish talking to me. But when I glanced over my shoulder, I didn't see a sour look on Carly's face. She was turned against Michael's chest, hugging him tightly with her eyes squeezed closed and a small smile pulled across her face. Fuck. My. Life.
All day, I did everything that I possibly could to avoid Carly and Freddie, because he would try to get me to reason with her. In between classes, I went to my locker to dump off some books and I saw a note hanging out of it. My name was written across it in orange pen and cursive writing. That made me smile, but just barely. Unfolding the note, I immediately recognized Carly's handwriting in the orange ink.
I read the note almost six times before I put it back into my locker, crumpled into a ball instead of neatly folded. I couldn't deal with that kind of heartache right now. Wait. What? Heartache? I'm not.. Oh fuck me, yes I am. So officially, as the reader of this sad tale of what I'm calling the crackling foundation of a best friendship and more, I am in love with my best friend. I feel like I'm going to be sick.
Running to the nearest bathroom, I expelled the next to nothing in my stomach. I wasn't even hungry, and that was weird for me. I was skipping lunch to puke. I had no one to hold my hair back for me. Part of me just wanted Carly to appear out of thin air and tell me that she was just joking about having a boyfriend, it was all a plot to make me jealous and want her more. She's not the type to do something like that, though. Why would she even do that? She wouldn't, simple as that. She must really fucking like this random guy to date him, after I ran out on her like I did.
It felt like I had been in there forever. I didn't care that I was missing the majority of my classes. I leaned my back against the stall door and closed my eyes, wiping my mouth with my shirt. I wish I could brush my teeth. I probably had serious puke breath right now. So unattractive. Not that I cared. I wasn't trying to impress anyone anymore. There was almost no point to even being in school if I couldn't see Carly. We weren't even fighting. I just couldn't see her face without wanting to hit someone, without wanting to break down completely.
After about half an hour, and maybe it was because lunch was over and girls started to filter into the bathroom and made it loud, I got up and walked out. My head was still hurting but not nearly as bad as before. Normally my stomach would be complaining for not eating by this time, but not today. I didn't think I could stomach anything, not today. I could sure use some of that Captain that I left untouched in my bedroom. I locked my door before I left this morning, so it should be safe in my room for when I get home, if I go home. I'm not even sure if Carly will want me to come over after school, like I do everyday. If we just aren't talking or if her boyfriend is going to be there... ugh. I just do not want to be in the room with those two.
The last bell echoed throughout the empty halls and tickled my ears, coaxing me to lift my head from the desk. I gathered my things and crammed myself into the crowd of students leaving the room. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the teacher approaching my desk to ask me what was wrong or show some kind of false concern. I didn't care too much about that. I had my own shit to deal with; I don't need an adult who is paid to be here and hates his or her job ask me if I need their help or something. I'm perfectly fine on my own, thanks.
"Sam! I haven't seen you all day!" I heard the call coming from behind me. Carly wrapped her arms around my waist and buried her face into the crook of my neck. I had to try so hard not to cave into her touch. I shook her off, taking her arms from around my waist. I was reluctant, though. I loved the way she made me feel whenever we were close like that. "What's the matter?"
"Your fucking boyfriend." I snapped at her, slamming my locker shut once my backpack was securely inside. "After what you told me last night, you expect me to be all right with you being all over some guy?" I hadn't even realized that the halls were still kind of busy and my voice was growing louder.
"Sam... don't make this about me," She had the gall to snarl back at me as she slammed her own locker in retaliation. I could see her boyfriend approaching her from behind and she even shoved him away. "Not now, Mike." She muttered to him.
There was a healthy distance of about three feet between us, but it felt like we were trapped in a box together. Our eyes locked. My fists balled up tightly. I was ready to go all out and actually get into a fist fight with my best friend. Our fights never escalated like this. The few fights we did have in the past had never been this intense.
"It is about you, Carls! You're the one that..." I wasn't going to just shout out what we had done for everyone to hear. I might be mad at her but I don't completely hate her. I could never hate Carly Shay. She's impossible to hate, I realized. "Forget it. We're done,"
"Wait, what?" She grabbed my arm as I walked past her and I had to resist the urge to just slap her across the face or something. She could be so dense sometimes.
"You heard me. We are not friends anymore. We're done, Shay."
"Fine, Puckett. Just don't come crying back to me. I know you will; you always do," She hissed to me under her breath, letting go of my arm. As I left the school, I could feel the tension leaving with me. But it had been escalated so far... I thought I was going to hit her. I'm so glad that I didn't. I really am.
I guess I'm stuck taking the bus home. Well, hey... I've still got the Captain to keep me company, right? Right-o!