Second chances

Chapter 21

As I wake up Sunday morning I feel like shit again. And before anyone speculates. I might have drunk a little to much yesterday again. And no the school obviously didn't had alcohol on the official school party.

I convinced Mike to give me a 'little bit' of the alcohol he is hiding in his room. Okay he said I should just take something and gave me his room keys. He clearly didn't expected me to take all of his Vodka. But looking at the positive things I drunk less than I did Friday night.

I don't really remember my evening that clearly after I got back to my room. Emilia wasn't there when I came back so I just started drinking on my own. Well I obviously showered first. Remember the whole paint thing?

After our dance William and I left pretty early because the party wasn't that interesting. And of course it was a little weird having everyone talk about me.

Now I regret drinking that much alcohol mostly because of the strong urge to throw up I'm dealing with right now. I know I have to get up for breakfast. I missed too many 'food times' and when I want my phone back I have to follow the rules a little more. Yes that means attending therapy class as well the next time.

Slowly I get up and walk to my closest. I feel so bad that I decide to only put a hoddie over my thin sleeping shirt and slip in my white vans. I really don't care that I only wear booty shorts.

The fact that I'm already late again isn't bothering me right now because I have to sit down in the elevator and that would be really weird if there would have been anyone else. I feel really bad like really really bad. Don't drink alcohol kids.

Only a few meters away from the dining room I realize I have no clue where to sit. Definitely not with Emilia and the others. I don't have any problems with any of the boys but with Emilia there it would be really weird.

Walking in I sign the list who attended breakfast and decide to sit down on an empty table at the entrance. I really can't eat now so I just put my head in my hands and wait. What I'm waiting for I don't know probably just for the breakfast to end. The noises of all the people talking and all that makes my headache worse and worse and I'm really scared I'll actually have to throw up.

After what feels like hours I see Mike and Marlon coming towards me. Please leave I can't deal with anyone right now.

"Seriously a whole bottle of Vodka?", Mike asks me fucking loud while sitting down opposite to me.

"Silence please...", I don't even bother looking up.

"I really don't care! What were you thinking?!"

"You will care when I throw up on you...", I groan I'm so close to throwing up it's really critical.

"Why were you even drinking again?", Marlon finally also says something.

"Long story...", I lean back and close my eyes. Why is it so fucking light in here?! Pure torture...

"We really didn't know he planned something like that..."

"I know Marlon but now please be quiet I'm dying.", I know that no one of them knew anything about Noah's plans but I can't talk about this now.

"You're overdramatic.", Mike pouts.

"Let her be I don't want her to really throw up...", they turn to leave but then Marlon turns around again. "We really have to talk soon..."

I only nod but he already turned his back to me. That wasn't a question.

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After breakfast I went straight back to bed and stayed there for hours. Not only am I hungover but I also have a lot to think about.

I'm really confused about how I feel but I can't change it. I think nothing in my life ever made sense... From the day I met Noah our so called friendship was complicated. Sometimes I feel like it's a story straight out of a book.

First he made all this confusing comments and than our fighting. Well at least at this time I wasn't that confused about our relationship. Okay no not completely true but I understood my feelings a little better.

Only a few days ago Noah asked me to start new and asked me to go to homecoming together. Why did he even asked me to go with him. Maybe he thought his prank would be a lot funnier when I thought we we're on better terms. I really believed it especially after he took care of me when I was completely drunk.

Even after hours of thinking and trying not to throw up Emilia hasn't come in our room so I'm really suprised to hear someone knock on the door. Normally Emilia wouldn't knock.

"It's open.", I only say not bothering to get up. Hangover is an asshole.

The door opens and seconds later I feel someone sit down on the edge of my bed. I groan and lift my head to see who it is. As I see it's Marlon I let my head fall down again. Please not now...

"I'm also happy to see you..."

"Fuck you."

"Olivia I'm not in the mood to argue with you. I told you we have to talk and we should do it as soon as possible. It's not my fault you feel bad. Next time don't steal Mikes Alkohol.", I still don't look at him but he seems serious.

"Okay lets talk but... Mike allowed me to take some of his alcohol so I didn't steal it.", I murmur.

"If you say so...", he sighs. "What's going on with you Gracie and Emilia?"

That's all of this about. How to I explain something I don't understand. I can't say what led to this situation. I don't know why I acted the way I did. I don't understand anything anymore if I have to be honest.

"I don't know..."

"You don't know? Olivia you're ignoring them and I heard you completely flipped out yesterday."

"Yeah I know that but I don't know how it really came to this point...", I sit up and lean my back against the wall brushing my messy hair out of my face.

"Okay I'll be really honest now. I shouldn't be the one trying to solve this but you're all really important to me and I don't accept the fact that you just ignore each other now.", I see that he's really serious and I feel kinda bad for involving him. Nobody might have actually want him involved but he's friends with me and Emilia and he and Gracie seem to get closer.

"I'm sorry you kinda stand between us Marlon... I'm not someone who knows how to solve arguments and I think my way of avoiding arguments probably worsened the situation...", I can't look at him directly so I just stare at a corner.

"Olivia look at me..."

When I don't look at him directly he takes my chin in his hand and turns my head towards him. When I finally look at him he takes his hand back.

"We might not know us for that long and I also know that you have a lot of stuff going on you haven't shared with anyone here but I know that you feel bad in this situation. From what I know about Gracie and Em they're really understanding if you try to explain. Trust me they also feel bad..."

"How are you that wise?", I start laughing. I've never thought Marlon or generally any guy could be so good in giving advices. Maybe I just have false prejudices.

Author's note:
Sorry that I haven't updated in so long but I often don't have time or don't know what to write. But here is a new chapter a little short but better than nothing. If you liked the chapter please don't forget to vote <3