Hang Overs Aren't Fun. [FINISHED!]

[jay macburren]

Jay's head hurt more than it had last night. Last night had been like a vivid dream. He remembered every single stupid, wrong part of it. He remembered getting drunk, flirting with the bar-tender, staggering to the park, snogging Keith - Ew, but at the time he had enjoyed it - Elizabeth seeing them, Elizabeth slapping him, him slapping her, and finnally Elizabeth kicking him so hard to cause him to vomit. Okay, so the alcohol did have a part in everything. But what burned itself in Jay's mind was the words Elizabeth had whispered to him. 'I hate you.' It stung. It stung that he had done that to his best friend and what he had said. What she had said too. It stuck him as strange that he remembered the whole thing.

Now his head hurts and his last practice day before the race that he is to win and get a horse from his father, was to be blown sitting in bed with a head ache and a hang over.

[elizabeth keighle]

Elizabeth Labelle Keighle

Someone once told me,
That you have to choose,
What you win or lose,
You can't have everything...

I woke up early this morning, it was sometime around 8am, I should be still in bed, but no, I was dressed, I had been in the shower, I had curled my hair and now there was nothing else to do but stare blankly at walls. Images of last night flashed before my eyes, but in random orders. Each time I blinked, it would be a different scene from my memory. I saw myself kick Jay in the back - where I won the little fight, now that... That was just hilarious - to me. Seeing him flat on his face, in absolute pain... Teehee. Yeah, highlight.

What was the point in wasting my time sitting here, watching the past as if I was watching television? I could go out now and do whatever I like, I mean, Jay was one of my most protective friends, nobody cares about what happens to me now. How about I go cliff diving in the forest? I know a great place. Suddenly another image came to me when I wasn't expecting it, and I crouched down to the floor. It was Jay and Keith snogging... Eugh. Since when? That's when I remembered - Keith! I had to say sorry for just walking out on him like that - I know he likes his privacy.

I set out of the door to the junior boy's dorms - I knew it would be quiet at this time of a morning; apparently it always is. I walked up to Keith's door but stopped - he might be sleeping - he might be out - I might wake other people...

Okay, on second thought's I'm going cliff diving right now. I turned around to go back but paused a minute - Jay would be up now, suffering his hangover. Wonderful! - For me. With a small smile on my face I made a fist and banged as hard as I could on the door - ooh, that was bound to hurt his head!! I quickened the pace a little, and now, I was in the next corridor over - it was probably obvious to Jay that it was me... Wonderful!!

[jay macburren]

Laying in bed, his hands over his head and his face in his pillow, Jay growled. Stupid, Stupid, Ruddy, Damn, Bloody hang over. He yelled when someone - and he was sure he knew who - banged on his door. He opened his door, out into the hallway, No one was there. He slammed the door, yelling again when the sound hit his ear drums, and ran down the corridor. He soon saw a blonde head, and growled again, speeding up. Signifigantly faster than Elizabeth already, sprinting he caught up to her quite quickly, that, and she was walking. He grabbed Elizabeth by the shoulders, really hoping she wouldn't scream 'Rape' to get him away from here.

"What was that for, you stupid bitch?! God, do you not know what a fucking hangover is?" Jay glared, ready to smack Elizabeth again, and even while sober, he was pissed.

[elizabeth keighle]

Psh... Hahaha!!! That was the best thing I have ever done, so much better than cliff diving, but I'm still gonna go for more fun. I blinked when I heard a familiar voice yelling, then I paused and bent forward laughing quietly out loud, still trying not to wake other people. I pulled myself together quickly so I was stood up straight, and then I heard a door slam shut. 'This is the part where you run away' I thought, but before I did, I looked back and I was right, Jay was there - just about to... Kill me. I smiled down the corridor mischievously at him and began to run away.

Too bad - my stupid short legs didn't help me get away, though I was a fast runner, Jay was much bigger. Yeah, he caught me easily. He had hold of my shoulders, and he was looking rough. Good. I like that. He deserves it for acting like such a prick. No, actually. He deserves it for being such a prick. I looked at him and started laughing again - though I had absolutely no idea why I felt so happy. I swung myself around while he was holding me, clinging on to him just in case he tried to drop me.

Oh yeah, of course I know what a hangover is, why else would I bang on your door so hard? I'm not surprised you don't remember why I did that to you. I turned my head to the left, showing him the redness under my eye, where it had hurt the most. He'd also left a long scratch where the end of his nail had caught me.

I turned back to face him, I was tempted to shout 'rape' but no, maybe I should see what he says or does first...

[jay macburren]

Glaring, Jay looked at Elizabeth. He rolled his eyes, settling down a little, relaxing, resting his shoulder against the corridor wall. "What do you want, Elizabeth, I'm not in a great mood." He said. His nose twitched, and he opened his mouth to say something insulting, but shut it, deciding to just shrug off whatever Elizabeth said, despite how insulting it may be.

Looking down at his shuffling feet, Jay yawned. It seemed like no matter how much sleep he got with a hang over, it wasn't enough. He looked up, resting his head against the wall as well as his aching shoulder - it was the one he hit when he fell off of the bench - and looked at Elizabeth, wondering when she would say something.

[elizabeth keighle]

I smiled at him, thinking about what to say for a couple of seconds, what do I want? Hm... A lot of things really but nothing to do with Jay. I looked at the ceiling, and then down to the floor, and then back to Jay who was leaning against the wall looking tired and fed up - of me. Well, that's my job now, to annoy Jay. I bet he'll like that very, very much. Now he can see the not-so-light side of me. I didn't exactly have a dark side, unless I was in the worst of moods, like yesterday night...

"Well I don't want anything now." I shrugged, "I guess I've already done what I wanted to do. You're just too easy, when you really shouldn't. What kind of jock are you, anyway?"

I put my hand over my mouth, trying to look serious and stop myself from laughing. It was quite true what I just said 'what kind of jock are you?'. He hasn't got any sense of balance, he almost gets killed by a 13 year old girl... Psh. What's that name for someone who's soft... Oh yeah, a puff.

[jay macburren]

Jay had to admit, talking with his once-good friend did help him cool down and get back to his normal, klutzy, calm self. Getting more comfortable, he raised an eyebrow at Elizabeth. "You better be telling me something, Elizabeth Keighle. If you don't I'll ring your pretty little neck." He said, ignoring the comment of "What kind of jock are you?" So what if she didn't think his balance was the greatest? She'd never seen him ride a horse, or play soccer, in which both sports he was great, and on his horse, he could win any race. Balance didn't matter when he wasn't mounted on Rhythm. Crossing his arms, he glared, but in a light-hearted way.

Even through the head-ache, Jay wanted to be friends with her again. Just friends, right now. His stupid little crush on her didn't matter. She hated his guts, and he just wanted to earn her trust back.

[elizabeth keighle]

Hm, what could I tell him now? Well let me rethink the events of the past 11 or 12 hours. He was drunk, he kissed Keith, I slapped him, he slapped me, I kicked him in the back, he threw up, I woke up this morning, he had a hangover, I banged on his door and now this... So what could I tell him? Hm...

"Er..." I said out loud, still thinking.

Then snap, it came to me! I almost laughed out loud when I though of it but I held it in. Oh no, he wasn't going to like this, maybe I should have written my will before coming out here today.

"Okay, okay, you want me to tell you something..." I began, trying not to laugh, "You're not going to like this but whatever... 'You're gay.'"

I couldn't stand it any longer, I just had to laugh, I wanted to see his reaction - the expression on his face. Really, he's not gay, but he did have a gay moment yesterday. Ha, funny. <3

[jay macburren]

Jay pursed his lips, looking at the freshman with icy eyes. "So what if I was? What if I wasn't tottally wasted last night, hm? Would you not be friends with me?" He said. He had thought that over for a long time, and said it just so it wouldn't sound like he wasn't kidding. Elizabeth knew Jay was straight. He knew that she did. His icy, clear, steady gaze rested on Elizabeth, designed to make her uncomfortable. Just like the words he had spoken were designed to make her feel bad.

He knew she was just joking, trying to get under his skin, and, not wanting to do something stupid or senseless, he took a deep breath. Yes, she was getting on his nerves. No, he wasn't going to let her know. Jay looked down at his feet, then thinking quickly on impulse, which he really didn't want to do, but often did, he said, "Elizabeth, You want me to prove I'm not gay?" And not waiting for an awnser, "Would you like to go to the Christmas dance with me?" He said. Why did he say that? She was bound to say no. But somehow he was glad he said it. That tense feeling in his chest went away, and for a moment his headache didn't bother him.

[elizabeth keighle]

I blankly looked at Jay while he spoke to me about being/not being gay. I know really he isn't gay, but in a way, he is. I blinked a couple of times after he'd finished, thinking about what to say. He kissed Keith. I hated him whether he was drunk or not. It wasn't like Jay to kiss any guy like that, and if I was being completely honest, I didn't think he'd kiss a girl like that. Not until he was like thirty anyway, someone's bound to be out of their mind at that time. I was wondering how to say all this in one or two short sentences... 'I'd hate you whether you was drunk or not, you wouldn't even kiss a girl like that if I'm being completely honest with you...' OK, that's alright I suppose, now I gotta choose the right tone of voice... Check.

Jay, I'd hate you for kissing Keith whether you were drunk or not, I bet you wouldn't even kiss a girl like that if I'm being completely honest with you. I said this in a low voice with glowing orange eyes, sending a rush of pain through my wrist.

Then he asked me if I wanted him to prove he was not gay, I was just about to open my mouth to answer 'no' when he continued anyway, I glared at him and bit my lip. Quite hard. Will you go to the Christmas dance with me? Anger and sadness pulsed though my body and clashed. What was he saying?! Did he think I was some kind of joke!? Oh yeah, he did, he made that quite clear yesterday night. My eyes went a dull grey colour, as if someone had just shot me, I blinked slowly and waited. I couldn't speak. This was just so stupid!

I sighed, but it sounded as if I'd got something stuck in my throat, which made it sound like I was going to cry... I actually didn't know whether I wanted to cry and run away, or smack him and leave. I shook my head, though it was barely noticeable and pushed the 'jock' away from me will all the strength I could find left. I was still biting my lip, but I think I was going a bit too far, and when I let go, I could taste blood in my mouth. Wonderful. This is just great... Not. I brushed past him and started walking back to where I belong. I was starting to wish I'd never come up here in the first place, but something told me that it was a good thing, but I just didn't believe it. I stared down at the floor as I walked away, not sure if he was going to follow or let me go.

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