Dangerous Love

Chapter 16: Pooping Rainbows

You ever have that day where you just wake up and you want so desperately to go back to sleep because being asleep is so much better than being awake? Yeah that's how I feel right now. Waking up with the first hangover of my life in a strange man's apartment with little to no memory of the night before seemed to make my day start out pretty crappy.

Luckily I threw most of the crap up I consumed the night before and that seemed to make my stomach issue go away, but the dull headache I got whenever I'd look near a light or hear a  loud noise reminded me all to much of the torturous concussion I'd received earlier.

Yet now as I walk through the halls towards breakfast I know my day will only get worse with all the questions as to where I was last night and why I didn't come back to the dormitory. All questions seem to be answered once my fellow transfers see my face. I was drunk as hell last night and there's no memory as to how I got in Eric's bed, I was just thankful that he was in the other room and I had all my clothes on my body and not on the floor.

"So what do you remember from last night?" Sasha questions as I stare at my food with little to no appetite. Well I remember thinking Eric was immensely hot and had other thoughts a little dirtier than that that I will never own up to, all I really remember is that and dancing with him.
"I remember taking my first shot and dancing with Eric... that's about it," I sigh taking a sip of the much needed water.

"I remember that too, the dancing with Eric thing," Louis says and wiggles his eyebrows at me.
"So what do you guys remember?" I ask innocently and both their faces go beat red and neither looks at the other.
"Just drinking and some dancing," Louis shrugs looking to the left while Sasha nods and looks to the right.
"We went to the dormitory before you and Eric did, it looked like you guys were having a lot of fun so we didn't want to interrupt," Sasha says watching me carefully as I roll my eyes.

"What time did you guys leave?" I ask trying to get a grasp on what happened last night.
"Maybe around two?" Louis looks at Sasha and she nods, "Around that." As he says the numbers I begin choking on the little food that was in my mouth.
"I was out that late? No wonder I feel like crap," I murmur and rub my aching head.
"You don't feel good because you're having your first hangover, here," Sasha says and places two pills in front of me, "That should help you get through training today."

"Aw shit we have training today?" I stare at her wide eyed and her and her future boyfriend let out a small painful laugh. It's going to be just as much hell for them as it is for me, except the other transfers don't hate them and they didn't wake up in their instructor's bed this morning .

"C'mon the sooner we get this over with the sooner we can make it to the next party," Sasha grins and I let out a gut wrenching laugh, "Has anyone ever told you, you are SO funny," I say with a fake smile and she smirks.

Running is painful, pushups are painful, exercise is painful. But today it was something else, today it was physical and mental abuse, every step you took on your run was like a blow to the head and every pushup was your muscles screaming at you to jump of a bridge instead of do it. Eric didn't go easy on any of us either, I could tell he had some side effects of a hangover but nothing compared to mine, he was cranky and if anything pushed us harder.

Standing in the ring for my first fight I feel my lunch start to come up. No. No. No. Not here, not in front of them. Stacey hops in the ring, her tan skin and ringed dirty blonde hair tied back and I realize I have no time for her shit today. I know who's at the center of all the Eric rumors and it's her, no one could make up a lie that outrageous but her.

Stumbling towards her I'm quick to attack, she lets out a small scream and shields her face from my sloppy punch.
"Get it together!" Eric shouts at the both of us and I send him a scowl and scoff as he stands there watching while sucking on his teeth.
"Fine," I growl down at Stacey who tries to take a swing but I hook my arm with her's paralyzing her for a split second and taking my head back I swing it and head-butt her making her figure fall.