Scott's pov.

I wake up with a very bad headache.

I wake up with a very bad headache practically to see myself in my room??? Gosh had I been drinking last night?, what did I actually drink last night??.

I actually think it was alcohol, i can't actually believe that, I can't actually believe what I did but I am considering it now. The hangover that I'm having right now should tell me as much.

It seems unbelievable that i had actually taken alcohol, i had actually taken alcohol last night and I wonder exactly why that is.

 I groan as another headache races through my skull.

I check the time on the clock at the far side of the room and I see that it is still night.

It is still night as this is practically just a few minutes past seven.

Oakley and Arya should still be up, theu should still be up either watching something or doing something because I doubt Adrian will stay this late.

Adrian is another problem. 

He is another problem that i do not want to handle right now, he is one that I cannot handle because i do not have the time.

I do not have the time to think about exactly what I want to do about him.

I throw the thought out of my mind, i throw the thought out of my mind as I stand up and I walk into the bathroom.

Clean.

As always.

Clean and neat as always, enough to make me smile to myself. At least personal hygiene is one of the things that I have marked down, one more down the list of things that I have successfully cultivated.

A knowledge of what to do in life is not one of those things, one of the thing i have nothing considered is the knowledge of what to do in life and I have to say that this particular skill is stumping me.

It is stumping me quite a bit because i cannot just understand it.

I mean exactly what, exactly what am I supposed to do in life?.

Can I just live my life in my own shell of resolution?.

Can i just live my life as i want and why is it that Oakley is always trying to push me towards something I do not want to do.

It's like she's trying to push me towards something that never goes well at all and I have to chuckle to myself.

I have to chuckle to myself at this because I went out today, i actually took myself out and did an outrageous thing, the baseline here is that I do not need Oakley to push me anymore.

I do not anyone to make me do reckless things and even if I do, i mostly do it because of her.

Well not mostly because of her but with something like meeting Adrian at that fashion house on my birthday.

My birthday had been a bust. My birthday had been a bust all because of him and I do not want to think about that.

That's why I cannot bother to ponder on how that makes me feel right now, for some reason I actually felt like Celine and I were arguing over Adrian, i almost felt like Celine felt I was a threat towards jer useship of Adrian and i cannot think of this right now, my head is pounding.

I am slashing water all over my face now, I'm splashing water all over my face now hoping that it helps me to remember something of what happened earlier but still I find out I can not.

I hate this.