| Taylor's POV|

I woke up to the pounding in my head and loudest alarm in the world (so it seemed) ringing on my side table.

"Shut the fuck up!" I yell, slamming my fist on to it a little to hard. A few of the buttons on the top come flying off.

"Fuck." I grown holding my hand. That hurt!

I sit up slowly, rubbing my face. I swing my feet over to the side of the bed slowly. I open my eyes slowly so they can adjust to even the little light slipping through my shades.

Ive dealt with hangovers before. I knew my limits to what I can and can't do without it hurting.

I slowly turn my head and see a glass of Orange juice and some migraine pills waiting for me next to my now broken alarm clock.

I lean over, popping the pills into my mouth and swallow them down with the cold orange juice. Mom must have dropped this off.

I get up and grab my favorite red skinny jeans and my misfit shirt, along with bracelets, a sweatshirt, and don't forget the sunglasses.

The smell of bacon wraps around me as I open up my bedroom door.

I walk down the stairs to find my mother in the kitchen with a heaping plate of bacon and pancakes.

"whats the big event?" I ask in a voice just above a whisper.

"Hey, Hon," My mother says with a smile. I could still see sadness behind her eyes though. "I didn't hear you get up. Did you take the medicine?" She grabs a plate and scoops on some pancakes and strips of bacon.

"Yeah thanks."

She slides the plate over to me. "Trust me, I've dealt with my fare share of hangovers. You'll be fine soon."

I chuckle a bit. "Me too."

She looks up at me with a confused look. "What?"

"Youve learned a lot about me I'm the past, what? Ten hours, haven't you?"

She sighs and puts her elbows on the counter then her head in her hands. "Ive made you an appointment."

"Dentist?" I ask sarcastically. I know what's coming next.

"No, Hun. A therapist."

"Mom. I'm not going to see some random person to talk to some random person about my problems." I roll my eyes behind my sunglasses.
"Obviously you need to do something." She gestures to my arms.
"Obviously," I mock."You wouldn't know."

"I do know, sweety. I know exactly what you are feeling." She says in a whisper.

"Oh, so you know what it's like to hate yourself? Hate yourself so much you have to put a razor to your own skin? Cause that's what it feels like to me. And I cannot, just talk about that with a random person. " My tone wasn't annoyed, or angry. I was actually pretty calm about it. I thought of all the times I did this to myself and tears threaten their way out.

My mom looks up at me. She stands up straight and pulls up her sleeve up to just below her inner-elbow revealing little scars. You could tell they were from a pretty long time ago. I felt horrible.

"Mom, I'm so-."

"Trust me," she cuts me off. "Seeing a therapist helps."

I walk over to her and hug her. "Im so sorry." I whisper.

"No I'm sorry. Sorry for not noticing earlier."

Just as we pull away from each other, my phone rings in my back pocket. I pull it out to see a text from Jaime.

Hime-time: Could you drive me to school? My mom took my car keys.

Me: Yeah of course. I'll be there in 5. BE READY!

I look back up at my mom's red eyes. "I have to go pick up Jaime. I'll see you later." I smile and pickup my backpack and keys.

"Take some breakfast. Bacon helps." She says poking her finger to her head.

"Thanks mom." I grab a paper towel and fist full of bacon and head out the door.
~

I pull up to Jaimes house. I see him slowly open the door. Sunglasses on but still shading his eyes from the sun with his hands.

He gets into the car and slowly shuts the door, trying not to make to much noise.

"Someones hungover." I laugh a little.

Hime slowly turns his head to me. "What... Did you give me last night?" I roll my eyes and head off to school.

"Jaime?" I ask."Is that makeup on you forehead?"

He looks at me. "Do you know what they drew on me?" His voice serious.

I nod biting my lip, trying not to laugh.

"And do you know what they drew it with?" His eyes peeked out over the top of his sunglasses.

"Oh God." I sigh. I can't take his seriously.

"It. Doesn't. Come. OFF." He whisper yelled.

I couldn't stop laughing for the rest of the ride to school.
~

We pull up to school and park in the student parking lot. Hime opens his door, about to get out but stops when he doesn't see me doing the same.

"Tay?" He asks in a worried voice.

"Skip with me?" I ask quickly.

"Whats wrong?" He places his hand on my shoulder.

"Do you think Tony likes me?" I look over to him.

"Well, I hope he does. We've been friends for like three years now, right?"

"No, Hime. I mean LIKE like me." I sigh.

"I would have no clue. And What does this have to do with skipping?"

"Last night," I explain. " Tony... kissed me." I look down at my hands.

"No, that was Mike I'm pretty sure."

"No! When I was in the kitchen making the meatballs, Tony came in and kissed me. Like, make out type kiss."

Jaime looked confused. "Well did you... kiss back?"

"I thought it was Mike." I throw my head into my hands. "Fuck." I sigh.

"Well, your going to have to deal with it at some point. So let's just get it over with." Jaime sighs."Which one do you like more?" He blurted.

I look up at Hime and shake my head. Truthfully, I havent even thought about that. I had feelings for Mike since I saw him in English. But I've been friends with Tony. I know him better. But was that all I wanted to be with him? Just friends? Or maybe something more. I'm so confused.

"I have no id-." I stop dead in the middle of my sentence. I see Mike, Vic, and Tony walking to the car. "Shit. I'm not ready. I can't do this." I know I was overreacting a bit, but still. Having to confront them was going to be a bitch. We both knew it.

"Tay, you'll be fine. I promise. I'll be there if you need me."

I take a deep breath and nod at Hime. He always knows the right things to say. We both get out of the car and walk over to the group slowly. ~
|Mikes POV|

"Hey!" I say to the guys. "There they are." I point towards Tays car.

We start walking over to them and i see Tay with her head down and and Jaimes hand on her shoulder. I wonder what's wrong.

"Why are they still in the car?" Vic asks.

I shrug. Then i see them get out of the car and make their way to us.

"Hey guys!" Vis says happily as they get close.

Jaime high fives everyone as a greeting. Tay comes up quietly with her head down and arms crossing over her chest. I walk over to her and wrap an arm around her waist.

"You okay?" I ask worried.

"Yeah. Just perfect." She says sarcastically.

"What wrong?"

"Im hungover. Is that a good excuse?" She laughs a little.

My hand slides to her back and i rub it in small circles. "Me too." I sigh.
~

For the whole day, Tay was very quiet. At first I thought it was just the hangover, but at lunch she was still acting the same. There was something on her mind. I could tell.

We were talking about last night under our lunch tree.

"Hey," I interfere. "You guys rremember when I smashed Himes fort?" They all laugh at the memory. "Look what that stupid thing did to me!" I roll up my skinny jeans best I could, showing a giant bruise spread across my shin.

"Shit dude!" Jaime says surprised.

"Umm.. Hime?" I look at his forehead.

"What?" He asks.

"Your, umm, makeup is coming off." Everyone bursts out laughing. It was a relief to see Tay laughing along also, it was the first time I saw her laugh all day.

I guess it was hot out and Hime was sweating, making the makeup come off a bit. You could just start to see the black outline of a dick on his forehead.

"Shit!" His eyes grow wide and he jumps up quickly and grabs Tays arm and pulls her with him.

Notes

Hey guys! Sorry for such a shifty chap. (I think it's shifty at least)
But I hope you liked it!
It's going to take me a little longer for each update now that schools coming back on Monday. I'll keep trying to do it every day but I can't make any promises. Sorry.

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