𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔹𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕤

𝕤𝕚𝕩𝕥𝕪-𝕠𝕟𝕖

The rest of the night is a blur. Before I know it, I'm passed out on Romeo's couch.

When I wake up, most of my friends have already left. The only people who are still here are me, Spot, Specs, Elmer, and obviously Romeo.

We're all quiet as we start to change out of our night clothes and get ready to leave. Elmer's mom gets here pretty fast, so we're down to four. Specs doesn't look like he's leaving anytime soon.

And soon, Spot and I are grabbing our bags and leaving. I'm walking out of the door when I notice Specs leaning down to peck Romeo on the cheek. I smile to myself. Charlie owes me ten bucks.

My head is pounding as I climb into the passenger seat of Spot's car. It's been like that all day. Probably from the lights and the noise. I rest my head against the window and groan, which makes my boyfriend chuckle a little.

"Well, I can certainly tell you've never been to a party before." He jokes, ruffling my hair.

Technically I haven't, unless you count the many parties my parents hosted. They weren't really parties, just my dad's friends coming to our house to drink. The memory causes a shiver to go up my spine.

The ride home is mostly quiet, and we exchange one last kiss before Spot pulls out of my driveway and leaves. I watch his car go until I can't see it anymore.

I'm then greeted to a pair of arms around my waist and the scent of perfume. Medda.

"Morning honey. Did you have a good time?" I nod. She doesn't need to know about me getting overwhelmed. "That's good. Did you have breakfast yet? I think Jack and Charlie ate, but they said you were still asleep when they left."

"Yes, Medda, I ate. Don't worry." I lie.

"Good. Also, your testosterone should be ready tomorrow!" Suddenly I forget about the pain in my head. That's also when Albert comes home. "Now, go get some rest, okay?"

And so I lock myself in my room. Not because I'm upset, I just need to be alone for a bit. Maybe it'll help with the headache. And then I'm reminded of the bet. I send a quick text to Charlie.

I hear a groan come from the other room. Five minutes later, a $10 bill is slipped under my door, along with a drawing of a middle finger. I can hear Charlie mutter "bitch" before the sound of his crutches slowly becomes quieter and quieter.