3 - Hangover

I knew the second Cale walked out my room. I knew that he was at the party, talking but I knew his eyes were on me the entire time. 

I drank some more, and danced with Eric. I could feel Cale’s anger radiating off of him, and I was surprised no one else noticed. 

Half an hour later, I was considerably drunk, and very close to having sex with Eric. We were on the dance floor, and just as I moved back, he spoke.

“Uh, Lise, I wanted to ask you something.”

I raised my eyebrows questioningly. 

“I’ve been wanting to ask for quite a while now, will-” before he could finish, Kate intervened. 

“Okay, then. Eric, Lisa’s too drunk for questions. Lise – let’s get you to bed,” she quipped, and then muttered, “before I get killed.”

“Lisa not drunk,” I slurred. 

“Sure,” she rolled her eyes at me. She pulled me into my room, helping me take off my heels. 

“Bed, now,” she ordered, “I’ll be here to check on you in half an hour.”

I stuck my tongue out at her, but as soon as I was on my bed, my eyes closed. 

***

I woke up to a constant throbbing in my head. The alarm was going off, making my headache worse. 

“Fuck,” I hissed, before turning it off. It felt like a thousand hammers were hitting my head right now, and I hated it. I couldn’t believe I drank that much. 

The door opened and Kate walked into the room. Seeing me awake, she spoke, “Finally.”

“Ouch,” I winced as she threw the curtains open. “Stop it!” 

“Here,” she handed me a glass of water and a pill. I took it, thanking her. 

“Breakfast is on the table. Take a shower and get dressed,” the tone of her voice made me certain that she was pissed off.

I winced as I got out of bed, and took a quick shower. Throwing on my shorts and a simple tee shirt, I walked out to see Kate already sitting on the table. I knew I had to wait for her to talk. I started eating, resisting the urge to check my phone. 

“What the fuck was that last night?” she finally asked.

I raised my eyebrows, “What the hell was what?”

“You, Eric,” she almost yelled, “And Cale.”

Eric? Cale? 

“What are you talking about?”

“You were dry humping Eric in front of Cale, Lisa. And then you disappeared with Cale. Eric was almost going to ask you out.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The events of last night came back to me. 

“We kissed,” I whispered, horrified.

“You and Eric?” Kate’s eyebrows shot up.

“Cale and me,” my eyes were wide and I wanted to cry. Fuck. 

“Fuck,” Kate whispered harshly. Then she looked up, determination in her eyes, “He wasn’t able to take his eyes off of you all night, Lise. Don’t overthink it.”

“Hard not to,” I muttered. 

“He will come back, you mark my words, Lise,” she said, the confidence  in her voice making me roll my eyes.  

I pushed away my breakfast. I needed to get out. 

“I’m going to head to my parents’ place for a few days.” I said, and without waiting for a reply, I picked up my car keys and phone and walked out.