Chapter Fifty-one
Maxine’s Point of View
Alyn’s forehead furrowed, “What the fuck is happening?”
I lifted my head to see Alyn before trying to stand up. Gosh, my knee is trembling. I think it’s because of the alcohol I drank. But, thanks to Giles and Byron whose supported me, they placed my both arms to their shoulder so I could stand properly.
Giles clicked his tongue, “I told you to do it tomorrow. You can’t even stand up, how will you punch him?”
I tilted my head and looked at Alyn. Wow, look at his eyes. They are piercing. My gosh, if I were the ladies that crazy over him, I might drop my panty right now.
“What about punching?” Alyn asked.
“This,” I said and punched him in his chest like a kitty. Oh, my gosh. My whole body is freaking weak!
Alyn brushed his hair backwards and let out a heavy sigh. He glared at me before he snatched my arm from Giles and Byron. Gosh, my head bumped to his chest. But, I’m not sure if it’s really a chest or a brick because it’s tough. Hmm… whatever. I just didn’t mind it and just leaned my head to it.
“W-Wait, she’s drunk, Alyn.” Byron said.
“Oh, yeah? And you made her drunk?” Alyn asked.
“N-No, we just played a game.” Giles answered. I can’t see their reaction because my eyes are closed.
“What kind of game did you guys played that she got drunk?” I can now feel the irritation from Alyn’s voice. Oh, is he mad because I got drunk? Uh-huh~ that was sweet of him.
“You tell him,” Byron muttered. I think he’s talking to Giles.
“No, you tell him,” said Giles.
Don’t they want to tell alyn what we played? Then, I’ll just tell Alyn.
“It’s called, drink or answer.” I said while my eyes were still closed.
“What the heck?” Alyn cussed, “You two, go back to your rooms.” I think he’s talking to Byron and Giles.
“But… how about, Tardy?”
“Yeah, if you want we can take her to her room.”
“No, just get lost!” After Alyn said that I heard a footsteps away from us.
I opened my eyes and I saw no one there. So, they both really left us, huh?
“Now, crawl back to your room.” Said Alyn.
I lifted my head and glared at him, “What are you? My boss? I don’t want to!”
“If you won’t go back, I will devour you.” He said.
I parted from him, “You know, what? I… fucking hate you.” I said and pointed my index finger at him. He just furrowed his brows and did not answer, so my head heated. “Are you really ignoring me? Heh- you think you’re something because you’re handsome? Then, you’re wrong. And even there are people who keeps loving you, I will keep hating you! Because… because… argh! I just hate you!”
He clicked his tongue and averted his gaze, “If you’re drunk just go back to your room. I don’t have plan to argue with a drunken girl.”
“I’m not drunk!” I defended myself. I’m really not drunk! I just… feel a little dizzy.
He sighed, “Do you want me to take you to your room?”
“No!” I shook my head and pushed him, “Let me in to your room!”
I don’t know what happened next after I entered his room, I just found myself lying down on his bed. I opened my eyes and saw him typing in his phone. I don’t know, but I feel suddenly irritated. So, I snatched his phone.
He turned his head to me, “You’re awake? It’s still 2 AM, sleep more.”
“Who are you texting?” I asked, ignoring what he said.
“My friend,” he answered. He planned to get his phone from me but I immediately put it away from him.
“Friend or a girl?”
His brows furrowed, “What? It’s just a friend.”
“I hate you! Liar!” I gave his phone back. I covered myself with a blanket and turned my back to him.
I heard him giggled that’s why I feel more irritated. My gosh, what’s wrong with him? Is he thrilled with his textMate? Tsk!
I felt his arm wrapped around me, which made a startled, “Are you jealous? It’s really just a friend, though.”
I rolled my eyes even he won’t see it, “Why would I be jealous? Did you forget that I hate you?”
“Oh, yeah?” He removed the cover of the blanket from me and made me turned around. “Let me see your face,” he said and touched my cheek.
“Hey, I like… Louis.”
“Oh,” he seem shocked. He let go of my face and gave me a smile, “Is that so?”
I nodded, “But, Byron and Giles said that I have to be careful around Louis.”
“Ah…” he noddes, “Did they tell you why?”
I shook my head, “Nope.”
“Maybe they are just fooling around,” he said and messed up my hair, “Just follow what your heart says, if that what makes you happy.”
“Really?” I smiled. “Thank you!”
He giggled, “Why are you thanking me?”
“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “But, I still hate you, okay? Tch.” And after that, I closed my eyes.
“Okay,” he said.
— End of Flashback —
“Arg! What the fuck?!” I sat down from lying down on my bed and pulled my hair, “Did I just confessed to Alyn that I like Louis? And, why I keep telling him that I hate him? Oh, my freaking gosh! I don’t want to come out from this room anymore!”
Knock! Knock!
I got off my bed to open the door to whoever was knocking.
“Hi, Tardy!” Oh, it’s Byron. He’s carrying a tray, “I brought you a hangover soup.”
Because of what he said, I remembered what happened last night. Damn. That was so embarrassing! It was as if all my blood had risen to my face. So, to hide that I bowed my head and widened the door open for Byron to enter.
“Thank you,” I said after he put the tray to the side table of my bed.
“Are you feeling okay now?” He turned to me.
I nodded, “Yeah. I think I wouldn’t need that soup anymore but I will still eat it because you brought it here yourself.”Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.
He smiled, “That’s good. And, you really need to eat that to make you feel even better.”
“Okay,” I smiled too.
“Just call me if you want something, I will just in downstairs.” He said before he walked towards the door.
I nodded, “Sure. Thank you, Byron.”
“No problem!” Then, he closed the door.
I sighed and sat down on my bed. Gosh, how should I face Alyn now? I don’t think I have a courage to face him. If only I don’t have to go to school tomorrow, I won’t leave this room, so I won’t encounter him.
If there’s an angel listening to me right now, please help me not to bump into Alyn when I leave this room later.
Gosh, it’s like I’m going crazy. If I hadn’t just played with Byron and Giles last night, these won’t happened. This is all my fault! My gosh, I hate being Maxine Wards. Nothing has happened in my life that is good, everything is just a headache and problems. Like my stepmother said, I was born a jinx.
Oh, gosh. Please, somebody help me…
I won’t drink alcohol again! And, whoever showed me an alcohol will be dead. If only I really played that night… aish! So, embarrassing!