Holidays with a Nerd [REWRITING]

Chapter Five - Tarts and Carnivals

Chapter Five

Josh's POV.

I wake up to a strong headache. I stumble to the bathroom and take a look in the mirror. My eyes are bloodshot red. By lip is busted and my knuckles have dry blood on them. I look around the sitting room and I see bottles everywhere. I feel like throwing up I run to the bathroom and throw up yesterday's lunch. I finally remember what happened.

*Flashback*

"Josh?" I hear someone call out. I stagger into the living room to see Tori standing there. I open another bottle and takes a swing. Tori snatches it out of my hand and throw it on the floor with the other bottles.

"Why did you do that?!?!" I roar. She flinches again. She steps back a little her eyes showing fear.

"Josh." She starts calmly, "You're a tad drunk you need to rest or you'll have a terrible hangover in the morning."

"Don't you dare tell me what to freakin' do! Got it?!" I yell.

I take the bottle off the floor and take another swing. I go back into room angry I couldn't get more beer I see I lamp on the table and drop it on the floor. Tori quickly runs into the room and looks at the shattered lamp on the floor. She gasps. I stagger over to her and She walks back into the wall I put his hands on both sides of me. My chest is rising up and down really fast.

"Get. Me. More. Beer." I demand.

"No." She breaths out. Then i slapped her. Hard. She winces tears streaming down her face.

I punch a whole in the wall, and my knuckles start bleeding. I then pass out.

*Now*

I start cleaning up the mess I made. I still can't believe I slapped her for doing me a favour. Where is Tori anyway? I sweep the floor of shattered glass and clean up then I have a shower and change into a white t-shirt and some shorts that goes up to my knees. I am on the missile of gelling my hair when I hear a knock on the door and I see...Victoria.

Tori's POV 

Josh opens the door and I standing there his face in a frown. What am I doing here? Well I decided to move in with Luke but of course I need to get my things first I see his cheek has purple bruise. Why am I feeling sorry for him anyways? I walk past him shoving his on my way slightly. I walk to the bedroom and I noticed the floor was swept. At least the jerk knows how to use a broom.