Addicted

Chapter 35.

Before work started at Last Words, I made a quick stop at the hairdressers to touch up my hair. Not so surprisingly, Maddie actually butchered my hair. When I walked into the hairdressers, the hairdresser asked me what had happened, and I told her it involved a boy and a lot of alcohol and she laughed hysterically. The hairdresser fixed up my hair, having to cut it even shorter that is became only slightly longer than Maddie's. Because my hair was so thick, she thinned out the ends so that it shaped my head nicely. The nape of the back of my hair was not even halfway down my neck, and she styled it so the front was slightly longer and shaped around my face. I looked good, I felt so incredibly light and I felt a little happier, especially after holding Zac all night.

When I woke up this morning, Zac was gone, but only recently gone, as if could still feel the warmth of his body on his side. I turned over to my phone to shut it up and there sat a large glass of juice and two tablets of Panadol. I smiled appreciatively and too the Panadol and drank the whole glass of orange juice, not realising how thirsty I truly was.

The smell of Zac helped me fall asleep last night, along with the warmth of his body. There was nothing that I wanted to do more than to hold him and breathe him in. The thought of his body on mine completely invaded my thoughts and I was desperate to distract myself.

I called Maddie on my drive to work, trying to distract myself from constantly thinking about Zac.

"Hey," she says in a groggy voice.

"Oh shit, did I wake you?" I say. I left hers early this morning, put on extra clothes I had in the boot of my car and I left for work.

"Possibly," she says groggily again.

"I got my hair fixed," I say.

"I didn't do that terrible of a job," she says into the phone.

"It was quite horrendous," I reply honestly. Each bit was a different length, ranging from short to even shorter.

"So how does it look now?"

"Short," I respond and giggle.

"Surely it doesn't look that bad?" she asks.

"It looks quite okay," I respond. "You'll see it on Monday at the Bar."

"Okay, imma-sleep," she murmurs tiredly.

"Bye, Maddie. Thanks for getting me drunk," I say into my phone and take a large sip of my overly expensive, hot coffee.

When I walked into Last Words, Zari made an overly large show of telling me how great I looked with my new chop.

I still felt like I looked like shit, especially because I did my makeup five minute before I stepped into the store, and all that I had wasn't enough to make me look and feel how I usually looked and felt.

My shift went quickly, and my coffee was not enough to help me feel okay for the day. When I got home, I didn't even bother to get out of my clothes. All I did was crawl into my bed and I clung to the pillow that Zac slept on, the smell of him still present and I buried my face in the pillow. Only seconds later when my head hit the pillow I was out like a light, the faint smell of Zac drifted all around me and comforted me to sleep.

"Hey," someone whispers, and I blinked slowly, feeling groggily.

Burney stood next to me, leaning on his knees in front of me.

"Hey sleepyhead," he says, and he pushes his glasses up on his head.

"What time is it?" I ask. My head still hurt from drinking so much last night.