Hangover Rookie

I was resting on my back when my eyes abruptly popped open, spewing vomit into the air, and SOMEHOW managed to tilt my face to the side before it fell back down so that I didn't get smacked in the face with vomit. I laid still for maybe two to three minutes, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened and congratulating myself for not waking Lizzie up.

Everything seemed murky, but as my vision cleared, I realized I wasn't at the party anymore; I was somewhere else. I sat up and found that I was in my dorm on my bed, and I pondered how I got there or who brought me there. I wiped my eyes with my palm because I was suffering from a severe headache that was unlike any other headache I'd ever had, and I noticed Lizzie snoring noisily next to me.

I jumped out of bed and looked out the window to see whether it was still dawn. I was baffled because I had left for the party in the morning and could recall being there even late in the afternoon when the drinking game was being played.

Shit! What had I gotten myself into? I broke my vow not to drink, but I couldn't stand watching Lizzie get so wasted. I went a little too far because of the Tequila, but to be frank, the Tequila tasted fantastic.

I dashed to the restroom after thinking about the Tequila to puke the rest of what I'd drank and freshened up.

Lizzie's smartphone was on the vanity, so I took it and checked the time: 9 a.m. on Sunday. I cast a quick peek at Lizzie, who stretched her arms and beamed at me before falling back asleep. I'd never gotten a hangover before, so I had no idea how bad it could be. I was having a severe headache, and the top of my head felt as if it had been cut off. Thankfully, I had extra headache pills with me, so I took them. The tablets didn't appear to help at first, so I made my own lemon juice with ginger, which I learned to make from my mum, who makes it for my dad and Alan.

I had nothing planned for the day because it was Sunday, so I did some laundry. Lizzie had already woken up at 12:15 p.m. when I was finished with the laundry.

"Jess, you up already?" she muttered as she stretched her arms and clambered out of bed.

"What was that you pulled up yesterday?" I asked, my brows scrunched as I walked from the vanity to confront her.

"I'm not ready for any questioning right now; I'm suffering from a hangover that's killing me; I need to make myself some lemon juice," she moaned as she slouched to the bathroom.

"I already made some for you," I murmured, but I didn't say anything else because I was still upset with her.

*****

Lizzie was scribbling in her stack of books, which I assumed were her schoolwork, while I was relocating my clothing from the suitcase to the closet. We didn't say much to each other after what happened the day before.

There was a loud boom of music coming from outside our room as I was folding the last pile of clothes. The music became louder; it seemed like some girls were having a party on our dorm.

"Let's go check it out," Lizzie said, closing her books "..

I was a little confused "All right?" I said it more as a question than a response.

We dropped what we were doing and hurried outside to find the majority of our college's campus girls dancing and partying in their lingerie.

Lizzie noticed my horrified expression when i saw them "Aren't we all girls? So no one can see us "

"That doesn't mean they should be partying again after a whole day party we had yesterday," I said, not convinced.

Lizzie burst into laughter as she held her stomach, then wrapped her left arm around my shoulder, "yeah that true, but we girls didn't have much time to spend with each other, so Sunday is for that."

"That's cool," I said, astounded.

Lizzie instantly pulled her arm from my shoulder, crossed her arms, and continued, "and it's not a crime to wear your nightgown or lingerie, I think it's awesome."

I pulled a stray strand of wavy brown hair back into my bun and then said to Lizzie, who was seated on a settee next to our room, "don't you often party with them?"

"I didn't have any female friends," she said with a sorrowful grimace, "and some girls tried to befriend me because of my family status." So I didn't see the point in going to their party, so I spent most of my time in my room studying instead."

"You have me now," I said as I sat next to her. "Am I not your friend?" I had no idea that phrase had come out of my mouth, but I had no choice but to play along.

"Yes, you are," she flushed, her smile fading quickly, and she held my hands tenderly, "I'm sorry Jess, I shouldn't have left you then..."

"I'm not upset with you anymore," I said before she could finish her statement, "everyone is confined by their anxieties, so I'm not upset with you anymore. I presumed you thought I was weird like my former former classmates and that's why you ditched me; I had no idea you had insecurities like I have. So 'm sorry for misunderstanding you as well."

"I should still explain myself, Dean Williams made you my responsibility, and I couldn't even fulfill my responsibility," she said. " It happened because I wasn't used to having any female friends with me, and all I do is study and do stuff by myself...I'm sorry..."

"Forget about that Lizzie, I'm here now, and we'll always be there for one other," I interrupted her again. "Let's enjoy the fun while it lasts," I said rising up and pulling her up with me. The song that was being played was one of my favorites, One Right Now by The Weeknd feat Post Malone.

The day flew swiftly as we danced our hearts out.