After Dark

Chapter 11

*Bo's POV*

I woke up the next morning exhausted. I couldn't get any sleep that night with the thought of what I had done. Also, I had a major hangover from the frat party that took place the night before.

I roll over on my bed and let out a groan, my cheeks flushed and my head pounding. My alarm is going off beside me, constantly repeating "Get up! Get up! Get up!" More like 'shut up.' I turn my alarm off and sit up slowly, my stomach churning and my mouth forming a frown.

Oh, God. I think I'm going to be sick.

I run down the hall to the bathroom, opening the door and a stall. I sit in front of the toilet, almost laying my head on the seat. I press a hand to my head, and finding it cold, I revel in the new feeling as I will my headache to go away. Just as the throbbing gets harder and louder, I feel bile shoot up my esophagus and exit my mouth, collecting in the toilet bowl.

Appetizing, right? Wrong.

I heave a good three times, hardly anything coming out of my empty stomach. My mouth tastes awful, and when I feel sturdy enough to do so, and flushing the toilet, I stand up and walk over to my sink. I rinse my mouth before I walk back to my room and grab my toothbrush and toothpaste. I make my way back to the bathroom, again, and over to the sink to brush my teeth. As the bubbles start to fill my mouth, I examine myself in the mirror.

My hair is in knots and sticking out at weird angles. My clothes are half off my body, probably the product from my restless night. There are bags under my eyes, and I wince at the bright light coming from the lights above me. I notice an almost purple spot on my neck, and I lean forward to get a closer look.

Carefully touching the bruised skin, I grimace as it hurts under my fingertips. Did I randomly hit something against my neck? I mean, that's an awkward place to hit myself, but you never know.

Who am I kidding? I know that's a hockey and I know Jace got his lips on my neck, very vampire-like, and he caused that bruise to pop up out of nowhere before I ran away.

I sigh and spit out the foam in my mouth and rinsed my teeth, feeling better about the taste already even though it isn't completely gone. I walk out of the bathroom for the second time and into my dorm room. I make my way to the little kitchen area that Steph and I had set up.

A bunch of bananas were sat on a table, probably for this exact reason. I peel a banana and put it in the blender, plugging the chord into the wall. I grab the small carton of milk from the mini fridge and pour a good amount into the blender. I place the lid on the blender and start it up, wincing as the loud noise reaches my ears. It takes me a second to get back on track, ignoring my pounding head and focusing on the banana smoothie I'm making. When the liquid is nice and smooth, I pour it into a glass and sip it gently. I sigh as it slides down my throat.

Of course, last night was my first time being drunk, so I have no idea if banana smoothies actually help with hangovers. And I figure that they won't immediately make the pain stop, but it's a try.

Unlike high school, universities offer classes on Saturdays, and, lucky for me, I picked a class on a Saturday. Note my sarcasm.

As I get ready for school, I sip my smoothie in between showering, dressing, and brushing my hair. Before I leave my dorm, I down it in one big gulp and leave the glass sitting on the table in the "kitchen." My stomach growls, and I hope I can make it through the day with skipping breakfast.

Sprinting to class in order to not be late, my steps pounding against the ground in the rhythm of my throbbing head, my eyes dart back and forth to make sure I don't run into anybody. Something moving in the corner of my eye makes me look towards the object. As I do that, I bump hard into someone and fall over, my hands scraping against the ground as my impulse to catch myself kicks in. I groan in pain while my eyes drift upwards to look at the person I ran into. I can feel the color draining from my face as a hand reaches out to help me up.

Staring down at me is no other than the vampire himself, Jace. I ignore his hand and look at my own, and I get a flashback to a moment in Harry Potter when he finds his arm boneless. Shaking that thought away, I realize that I can still move my hand and fingers, it's just a little sore on my wrist.

I get up to my feet, picking up my dropped books and meeting Jace's gaze again. As I try to move past him, his arm catches my waist and I stop myself from stomping on his foot.

"Bo," he whispers softly in my ear, sending unpleasant goosebumps down my neck. I can feel his lips softly grazing my neck where the bruise is and, this time, I don't hesitate to stomp on his foot. He howls in pain and lets go of my waist, allowing my to get past him.

Apparently that wasn't enough rejection because he comes sauntering after me. Gosh, he scared me so much I almost start running away from him when I find him right beside me. His hand grips my wrist, and I try to wriggle it free, but to no avail. Unwillingly, I turn to him.

"Let me explain last night," Jace says lowly. I roll my eyes and pick up my foot to stomp on his again, but he dodges it, so I end up kicking the ground. He grins victoriously, but the grin is quickly replaced with his serious look again. "I didn't mean to try and take advantage of you last night. I was just really drunk and you're so attractive that, naturally, I wanted to test my limits. And now that I know what they are, will you give me another chance?"

I look around the two of us as students walk by, their curious faces looking towards us. My eyes meet Jace's and I almost feel guilty for stomping on his foot earlier. Almost. But then I remember what he tried doing to me last night.

"You couldn't have just asked me?" I questioned, giving him a disapproving look. I quickly pull away my arm from his grasp and run to my class, leaving Jace, hopefully, behind me. I don't really want to hear any more excuses.

I enter my classroom on time, amazingly, and hurriedly take a seat near the front row. I turn to my right and notice a light brown-haired guy sitting in the seat next to me.

The professor introduces the topic for today to write in our journals. I never really understand what the journals are supposed to teach us students, so I tend to get off topic easily.

"Psst," comes from my right. I look over and the brown-haired boy is looking at me, giving me a dazzling smile. "What's your name?"

I look at him, bewildered, but answer him anyway. "Bo."

"I'm Liam," he whispers, holding out his right hand. I reach over and shake it softly, noticing his firm grip.

"Hi," I greet Liam, wondering why he is talking to me when we should be writing our journals.

"I was just wondering," Liam gives me that dazzling smile again, this time more sheepish, "if you have a pencil or pen I can borrow?"

I laugh quietly, but I'm still shushed by Professor What's-His-Name. I hand Liam a spare pencil, his fingers brushing against mine, causing my cheeks to flush like I'm in secondary school again.

And I just realized that my hangover is gone. Huh, I guess banana smoothies really do work.

(A/N: QOTD- What ship names can you come up with for Bo and Jace? Or Bo and Liam? Comment! (:
And what do you think so far?
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