Fuck.
Of all fucking days, he had to remove my fucking jacket when I was wearing my sleeveless. Fuck my life. Well none of this would have happened if he didn't fucking meddle with my business in the first place. And I was fucking drunk at that. Fucking drunk and wasted and bitching. God, I get too seductive when I'm drunk – I just hope I didn't do that as much as I imagined.
All morning, I was wrapping my head on the fact that Mark just saw me drunk, saw me under all these fabrics – he saw everything. My head hurts from all the liquor I had yesterday. The last time I drank that much was when Elisse tried to stop sending me money.
"Hey bitch," And I have to fucking deal with Han everyday too. "Thank you for this." She points at her left cheek with her right middle finger. Almost forgot that I punch people when I'm drunk. "You fucking psychopath."
"You're welcome." I looked away still trying to wrap my head on the things that just happened. "Looks good on you, by the way." I smirked and stared at the bruise I left on her not so perfect face. I made quite a good one though. "It surprisingly looks good on you. I mean, you always look kinda fucked up every fucking day so it doesn't really change much."
"Typical Forest." She shakes her head. Typical me alright. "Anyway. So I heard Hunter's back?"
My brows twitched as I turned to her in frustration. "You've seen him so why are you still asking?" I replied matter-of-factly. "Unless you're fucking blind and deaf now from that bruise. That would explain it."
"Are you fucking serious? It's what everyone's talking about right now!" She exclaimed so loud, it stung my head more. "You, Hunter, and that cute kid!"
I raise a brow at her unable to believe that she just called Mark a cute kid. "Cute kid?"
"That kid that's leeching onto you all the time, obviously." She crosses her arms. "Did he actually tell him off? He actually embarrassed fucking Hunter?"
I nodded as I took a deep breath. "The kid had balls that night. I was surprised myself."
"Holy shit!" she laughs hysterically. "Fucking Hunter got screwed by that innocent nerd! That's going to be a written legend in every party history ever happened in this city."
It was pretty fucking funny. "Serves him right." I say under my breath. "Hunter's a fucking retarded dickhead."
Han snorts. "No shit."
I stared at my leather jacket covered arms still bothered by what happened this morning. He's seen it all – maybe this was the odds' way of me getting rid of the kid. I guess it doesn't really matter if he saw it.
"Can you imagine?" Han smirks shifting her weight to face me so I didn't have to twist to face her. "Hunter expected his come back as the world's biggest douchebag to be so epic and big," she was about to laugh. "But fucking cute kid comes up and fucks it up like a pro!" she burst into laughter and I couldn't help but wheeze. "Phenomenal!"
"If there's some karma waiting for him after what he fucking did last year, it's the best karma he can ever get." I leaned back and sneered at the thought.
"You say that like we never hang out with him." Han glares at me teasingly. "No wonder everyone hates you. You say too much shit about them up front and back."
"I'm only friends with him when he gives us the good shit. And he's a complete fucking stranger if he doesn't." I shrug – the way I do when I'm uninterested about something. People are so fucking messed up. If you say shit about them behind their backs, they hate you. If you say shit about them face to face, they still fucking hate you.
Han crosses her arms and gives me a strong glare. "Right. Because you hate men."
"Because they're not worth adoring let alone knowing." I quickly responded which makes her smirk grow wider. "Hunter's a dipshit after all."
She shrugs. She'd be stupid if she disagrees with me and I'm guessing she agrees with the way she reacted.
"But please, you don't have to stop fucking him just because I told you that." I pretend I cared as I touched my chest as if I was really sorry for it. "I'll fucking respect your decisions in life. If you want to have a fucked life, I'll gladly cheer for you."
She snorts. "Bitch, I don't sleep with Hunter." I give her a glare of suspicion until she rolls her eyes with a loud groan. "Fine. I did. But it was just one time!" I glare at her more. "Maybe two?" I tilt my head in disbelief. "Or three—" I raised a brow and crossed my arms. "Fine. I guess I do fuck Hunter all along."
"Everyone knows you like each other so why don't you just fucking date and fuck all you want after you get married?"
"Because that ain't fun." She scoffs. "You know that."
I looked away with a small grin. "Wow. You actually got something right for once."
I was sitting under the bleachers hiding myself from self-torture – also well-known as Physical Fucking Education class. It's been a few minutes since Han left but I stayed knowing I'd benefit from being away from stupid loud people. I exhaled and smoke forms in the air. I throw the butt of my cigarette over the green grass the fucking school apparently takes care of more often than the students.
Suddenly, there was a spark of fire over one of the section of the grass. "Fuck." I hurriedly grabbed my water from my bag and threw it over the fume before it starts building up. I didn't even know you can start fire with fucking grass. "Shit." I mumbled when the fire doesn't seem to wear out.
I began pounding on the fire with my bag hoping it won't burn my only piece into ash and well, that did it. I sighed in relief. The last thing I want to happen right now is to get caught ditching another stupid P.E class that no one really needs. I guess, athletes are an exception since they – well they fucking need it but not me.
"Hey."
I turned my head only to see the kid I least wanted to interact with today. I rolled my eyes. I would have not turned my head if I wasn't so frantic of what just happened a while ago but for some fucking reason, I turned my head around by hearing his fucking familiar voice when I don't normally do so.
"I brought some soup." He reaches onto something from his bag and lifts up a steel mug bottle. "For your hangover." He hands them to me but I just stared at it without the intention of having it – although hangover soup did sound good right now.
"Obviously." I whisper to myself but I was sure he must have heard it since it was rather quiet down here despite laying down in the middle of the field. I walked further away from where the fire just started and fixed myself to sleep. I'm scheduled to sleep the whole day after all – my own schedule of course.
"My mom made this." He lifts the mug bottle. "She always makes one for my dad when he comes home late and drunk." For a moment there, I think I stopped breathing – literally. "Sounds familiar?" he chuckles but I didn't find it amusing. "It happens pretty often so I took some from home and decided to give you one." No shit. He's dad's an actually alcoholic? Interesting. I creased my brows and finally turned to the kid who successfully caught my attention today, I must say. "It's really good. I sometimes eat them before going to school just because I really love them."
I raised my brows at him teasingly.
"Oh! I don't drink! I just really appreciate it and I love my mom���s soups. They're absolutely heavenly."
"I don't take charity from strangers." I glared at him with droopy eyes. "Get the fuck away from me." I had nothing more to say than that.
"For once, stop being stubborn and take it. It's for your own benefit after all."
I was speechless. Since when did this fucking kid learned to talk back like that. He's fucking pissing me off but my lips are sealed. My only options now are if I take it, he'll shut up and I'm basically making him think that he can just do this anytime he wants; the other is I just plain ignore him but he'll keep annoying me. Two options but my brain is fucking debating over it.
"Final verdict?"
"No."
I rolled my eyes and laid my back down the ground, pulling my bag up to my face, which smelled like burnt fabric, to block the sun. I closed my eyes to sleep before I let out a big sigh. Rest. Sleep. Peace. Let's not hope this kid would keep—
"I'll just have to stay here then until you choose to have the soup."
—talking. Fuck. Just when I thought he would keep his fucking mouth shut, he suddenly opens them and tries to threaten me even. No one threatens me and everyone knows that. My eyes went open. I move the bag out of my face, pulling my fat-self back up to give the kid a glare that will haunt him for the rest of his life. He just sat there so relaxed with his stupid fat bag lying on top of his thighs. "Fuck. Off." I didn't have the energy to shout at him and I didn't want to waste my remaining ones for someone like him.
He smiles, shaking his head annoyingly as he brings up the cup he's been meaning to give me. "You know what they say," he pauses, waiting if I would be completing his sentence but I didn't. "You can't have it if you don't pay for it."
This son of a bitch. I clenched my teeth in disbelief.
Fine then. I quickly grabbed the cup he was holding, opened it, and just poured the whole thing in my mouth. The soup was still warm and they were good as he described but all I needed was sleep right now – not fucking hangover soup that's delicious.
After finishing the cup, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and threw the cup back to him, which he almost couldn't catch, creasing my brows in frustration. "Now fuck off." I land myself back in the ground and covered my face with my bag again but with an upset stomach. Whatever he gave me isn't making my stomach happy in any way no matter how good it tasted. My stomach was never a fan of hangover soups.
My head hurts and it stings more every time I blink my eyes – my eyes that slowly opened and all I can see is my stinking dirty bag and a hint of light from a small opening just over my chin.
What time is it? Fuck. I might have slept for too long. I rose from my position, feeling muscle pains at the back of my head. I rotate my neck to ease the pain but to no avail. When I turned to the side, I instantly frowned when I saw the kid sitting a few feet away from me, smiling like a fucking cat. "Good morning?"
"What the fuck are you still doing here? I told you to fucking leave me alone." I rolled my eyes and looked around. The field was full with football players now. Probably because it's noon already and I just fucking ditched my other classes for real. I'm screwed for good. I never slept this much before, my body was reacting very differently to that – it feels stiff and displeased with the amount of sleep I acquired.
"Come on. You can't expect a guy to leave a girl here alone and unconscious. It's far too dangerous."
I turned to him, his eyes were full of fucking admiration – the kind of shit I don't particularly like. I return the favor with angst and disgust. He reminds me so much of Connor and how much I despise him now. That fucking bastard.
"Well," Mark positions to stand up. "Since you're already awake, I'll go now." He looked down at me smiled as he fixed his bag back to his back.
The more I looked at his stupid face, the more details I see. Like the fact that he had a fucking enormous birthmark over his left cheek. It's not even the normal brownish, creamy or dark colored birthmark you see from people, it was freaking red.
"Bye, Forest."