Stay For Me

34 | boy racer

❝ 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒕𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆
𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑱𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓,
𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏
𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 ❞

𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏

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T H E A

I haven't been able to keep anything down since I woke up this morning. To say I feel like crap, would actually be an understatement.

I feel worse.

Poor Rio has had to look after me all morning, comforting me while I was being sick and cleaning up after me when I didn't make it to the bathroom in time.

I think it's safe to say that I probably drank more than what I should've last night. I'm not even sure how it happened either. I guess I just got a little carried away.

I blame the newbies.

They distracted me from monitoring how much I was drinking because I was too interested in them instead.

Yep.. that's it. Silva and Sky's fault.

Ugh, who am I kidding? The alcohol was making me more confident than usual around Rio and I guess I liked it. That's why I got so drunk. Because I wanted to become more confident with Mr green eyes.

He's always so bold and comfortable when it comes to saying things to me or doing things, whereas I can barely build up the courage to kiss him without overthinking it twenty-thousand times over.

The alcohol just gave me that, I suppose.

However, now I'm definitely regretting it and would rather die than go through a hangover like this ever again.

"Try to eat something now." Rio says softly and I grimace, sighing dramatically as I stare down at the plate in front of me. 

"I can't." I reply as I look up at him from my slumped position, sat at the kitchen table. "Even thinking about food makes me want to die." I groan and he chuckles, folding his arms across his chest as he leans back against the island.

"It's been a few hours Thea, you've managed to keep a bit of water down but you really do need to eat just a bite of something now." He prods and I groan again, my head falling back down onto my arm as I rest on the table.

I've already been spoken to for the entire morning about how I should wait several hours after being sick to eat something and that I should just sip on small amounts of water or suck on small ice cubes.

He's genuinely a freaking parent. It actually scares me sometimes how much he acts like one. He even talks to me like one sometimes.

"Just try a bite? Please." He persists and I stare up at him, watching him put on his best puppy dog eyes and folded bottom lip, in the hopes that I'll give in.