5 Day 2: Hangover and morning person

When she first dyed her hair, it was a nice, pastel color. Nothing too crazy. Her parents didn't like it at all. But she did. She thought it suited her and looked bomb as f*ck. Of course, she didn't tell her parents that.

They thought she did for the attention, but for her, it was different. She didn't care about the people staring at her. She didn't care about the weird, jealous, or even the appreciating eyes. The fact that she liked it was enough.

Normally she would style her hair, but when morning came, she felt too sick. Her head felt twice the normal size. She glimpsed at her phone for the time.

10:27.

There were days where she would wake up later.

She decided a hot shower (or cold, which was better?), would make her feel better. So, she stepped out of bed and got in the shower. Luckily, both of her parents were working, and she had the house to herself.

It had only been a few days since they moved here. When her mom and dad announced they would move, she didn't like it. But there was nothing she could do about it. She didn't have any friends or people she liked enough to hang out with in her previous neighborhood. So, in a way, it was only beneficial.

It wasn't that she didn't have any friends, but they always lived too far away. That problem was now solved, with her moving closer. She stepped out of the shower, got dressed, and wrapped her hair up in a towel. Just then, her phone buzzed. She was about to do her eyeliner and only glanced at the incoming text. It was Nathalie.

'Yo, why didn't you come last night? You missed something!' The screen faded again. She didn't really care about what she might have missed or not. Her eyeliner was done, and Mor smiled to herself in the mirror. She looked good.

After she had some food and (a lot of) tea and water, she turned the TV on. Her mind wandered off to last night. She did have blast, from what she remembered. But how the hell did she get home? She figured Nathalie brought her home, but the text from this morning suggests otherwise.

No matter how much she wracked her brain, she couldn't figure it out. Her phone buzzed again. This time, it was her mother.

"Morrow, make sure you unpack your boxes today. Also, don't forget; we're meeting the school's principal tomorrow. Love, mom."

Morrow smiled. Her mother was the only one who could call her by her full name. It was true that she didn't care about many things and that her parents were sometimes annoying. But she cared about them the most.

Morrow stood up and headed upstairs. The thought of last night was almost completely forgotten, except for one thing: the brightest and bluest eyes she had seen only once. Last night was the second time. She was certain it was the same guy who was with her that night.

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Just as he thought. When his alarm clock went, he could barely wake up. His head was hurting, and he could smell himself. He almost gagged, and last night came rushing back.

Ugh, he felt miserable. He had only slept for about two hours, at most, and it wasn't even his own fault. That stupid girl!

Last night, that girl vomited all over his mom's car. The back seat has a big stain on it, and he still needed to clean it. Yesterday, before he crashed he booked a deep cleansing appointment for the back seat. Online forms were the best thing ever invented (you didn't have to call anyone). His appointment was just before school so he could drop off the car, go to school, pick it up again, and his mom would never know.

He got out of bed, showered, and made some breakfast for himself and his mom. He woke her up, and only when she was up, and he was sure she wouldn't go back to sleep, he went back to the kitchen. His little brother, Ethan (7 years), was still asleep and he woke him up.

'Hi, buddy. Wake up.' Felix gently shook his shoulders and after what felt like minutes, Ethan finally woke up.

'I want to sleep some more...'

'I know. But you need to go to school soon.' Ethan didn't respond to the last bit, and Felix couldn't agree with him more. All he wanted was to sleep some more as well. 'I'll treat you to an amazing breakfast...'

One eye popped open. 'You always say that, and it's always cereal...'

'I promise you, today it's not just cereal.'

'Then what is it?' He was getting curious now. Good.

'I'll tell you if you get dressed and sit at the kitchen table.'

'It's really amazing?' He was now getting half up, and Felix knew he had won.

'Yes, come on. Get dressed alright?'

Ethan finally got out of bed and started to get dressed. Felix left the room and headed for the kitchen.

They didn't have anything else than cereal, but Ethan was out of bed. That was what counted.

It wasn't that his mother was a bad mom. She was just, a bit too easy sometimes. Breakfast wasn't really necessary, and sometimes even clothes were optional. When Ethan finished his breakfast (cereal of course) Felix told him to wake up mom and that he had to go. He gave Ethan a big hug, which the latter returned and then ran off to his mom's bedroom.

Approaching the car was a battle in itself, and getting in made him almost throw up as well. He opened all of the windows and drove to the garage, which would clean the seats.

Luckily, the guy didn't ask any questions. He did have a look on his face that said something very disappointing, but Felix quickly looked away and paid for the service.

Now, off to class. Felix couldn't say he was looking forward to it, but thanks to this morning's events, he actually got some breakfast in without being nauseous.

The first and second classes were fine. Nothing too annoying happened, nothing Felix couldn't ignore. A few laughs behind his back, but nothing too major. Lunchtime came, and he was in a good mood. He saw them walking away when lunch break started. Finally, he could eat in peace.

His stomach growled. When he was about to get his first bite, they sat beside him.

'Hi.' A big grin was on their faces. Felix hated them from the bottom of my heart. Ben, T, and Oliver. His three pests on this school. 'You have food with you today? We forgot ours. Want to help us out?' Ben asked, Felix knew that this was not a request, however. Ben was the leader and Felix may fear him the most. T was a weird guy but Ben's lapdog. And then there's Oliver. He was more reserved, but that didn't make him any less scary. Felix heard stories about him, and those were the worst stories ever.

Nerves shot up his throat, almost unable the answer but he was able to whisper a sore: 'Please, leave me alone...' He hated them so much, but instead of anger, he could feel tears and anxiety coming up. He looked down at his trembling hands, and all he wanted was to smack his sandwich across their faces.

'Sorry, we couldn't hear you properly. Did you say we can have it all?' And before he could say anything to them, Ben grabbed the sandwich.

'Thanks, mate. For helping out. You are a really great friend!' All three of them laughed, and when they took his food away from him, they walked away.

Or, that was what he thought.

Ben turned around and grabbed Felix's hair. His head jerked back, and he looked him in the eyes. His neck started to hurt already. It went silent, but maybe that was just him. The other two guys stood still and watched.

'I expect food tomorrow as well. Make sure you have it.' He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. He was telling him. Not asking. 'Thanks for the food, tho.'

He let go of his head, and his headache from last night came rushing back. His eyes started to burn, and he could feel the stares of the other students. No one did a single thing, and at that moment, he felt like the only person in the world.

Later that school day, Felix went to his hideout. It was away from school and on top of a high building. He didn't care he missed some classes. He didn't think the teachers minded it either since they always said he was in their class, on the absent forms, even though he wasn't.

The wind was warm and ruffled softly through his hair. He heard the cars from a distance, being way below him, and saw some pigeons coming towards him. Probably looking for food.

'I'm sorry, guys. I have nothing.' The pigeons still inched closer but not too close. He reached in his pockets but found nothing but an old receipt. Felix sighed and put his hands on the eaves to look out towards the city.

The building in front of him had a LED screen, and he watched the commercials for a little while. The blue, red, and green lights reflected in his too shiny eyes. He hated everything about today. This morning was shit, the school day was shit, and the people in school were shit as well. He looked down at the street. The building is high enough. For a long second, he thought. It would be calming for sure. To not stress for some time, to not be afraid for a little while. Felix could feel his heart speeding up.

He sighed and stepped away from the edge of the rooftop. He would never do that. His thoughts went back to that night three years ago. The girl on the rooftop. The heavy rain and the emotional conversation they had. Felix shook his head. He had never met the girl again, but he really hoped she was doing well.

Ever since that night, he promised himself, if something happens that it becomes so dark he doesn't see a light anymore, he would never succumb to that darkness. Not like that.

He sighed again and laid down on the rooftop. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the last rays of sun before he went home again.