Yasmin - Chapter Two
You know that feeling you get after you've slept too much or too little? You get that little tug on the front of your forehead, and then when you try to sit up, it feels like gravity's trying to rape you or something, so it keeps pulling you down and makes it feel like your head's about to explode.
That's what I felt like that next morning.
Except five times worse.
"Holy…oh…," Were the unrecognizable sounds that escape from my mouth as I felt myself sit up in an upright position.
My eyes were open, but it was like I couldn't even see anything- everything was blurry like there was a sort of fog or something in the room.
A burning, acidic feeling started to bubble in my stomach and I keeled back over, my face planting sideways into what felt like hardwood floor.
"Oh my fucking god," I moaned, the acid started to bubble up from my stomach. "Either my esophagus got shorter or I'm about to throw up." I felt it enter my mouth, but I swallowed it back.
Yeah, it was a pretty ugly scene.
"Same!" Someone said, a female voice, yelled, drawing out the 'a'.
I turned in the direction it was coming from, but the movement of swinging my head around was too much to bear, so I just ended up waving my head around, collapsing, and hitting the floor.
The same voice let out a little giggle and then a small hiccup followed by a little groan, and then there was silence.
"I hit my head on the wall," I groaned, like someone had asked why I looked like an idiot, barely able to keep my head from rolling off my neck.
I slid up against the wall, trying to sit back up, my hands flailing wildly, and I felt one of my hands land on something soft and jiggly. I grabbed, and then it squished right in my hands.
My eyes opened wide with alarm as I realized what I was grabbing. Was that a…nipple I was feeling between my two fingers?
I blinked away the crud from my eyes, clearing up the fog that had settled over my vision and looked down.
"Oh, thank God," I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized that it was just a yellow and white belt with a squishy something on top.
I heard a hiss, and the sound finally woke me up. I slid up the wall onto my feet, and took a glance around the place.
I was back in me and Khushboo's apartment in Agoura Hills. We were in the living room, separated by the small landing that led from the front door to the living room/den.
And everything was in a total wreck.
The coffee table was flipped all upside down, it looked like my entire closet had poured its contents on every piece of furniture we had, there was a bikini swimsuit tied around a lamp shade, and the refrigerator door was open, letting a bunch of groceries spill out onto the floor.
"What the fuck?" I said, taking it all in. The hissing sound filled my ears again, and I rolled my eyes.
"No wonder the refrigerator keeps making that sound; it's probably been open all fucking night," I muttered to myself. As I walked over, my legs felt constricted, like my pants were twisted.
Pants? I echoed in my head. I wasn't wearing pants yesterday; I was wearing a skirt. I remember because Ashlee made me wear them.
I looked down to see that I was wearing green camouflage skinny jeans that were way too tight over my ass, making it look two times larger than the already big size that I had (unfortunately) acclimated to.
"What the fuck did I do last night…" I whispered to myself, stepping over the countless shirts, shoes, bras, and pants that were strewn across the room as I walked over to the kitchen.
I stuffed the remaining food that could be salvaged back in the fridge and dumped the spoiled food (which was the majority) into the garbage can. Everything seemed to wobble in my vision as I walked back to the couch, not paying attention to anything around me.
I was tired, but I had the strangest feeling that I'd slept much longer than eight hours. What the fuck had happened last night? I couldn't remember jack shit. Which was weird, because I remembered a lot of things. Hell, I remembered turning a year old yet I couldn't even remember what happened around seven or eight hours or so.
I heard the hiss again, and it brought me out of my daze. I looked at the refrigerator scornfully, but then I realized that it was most definitely closed. And then I realized that the refrigerator didn't even make hissing sounds. Groaning and clanking sounds, yes, but hissing? Nope.
That's when I realized that the yellow and white thing I had seen earlier with the squishy on it?
It wasn't a belt; it was a fucking snake.
And I have Ophidiophobia. Aka, a fear of snakes, that makes me have full-on anxiety attacks.
"Khushboo, get in here now!" I yelled at the top of my lungs so loud that my ears instantly started ringing and my throat became hoarse.
My warrior cry stirred something rubbing against my foot, and I jumped what felt like ten feet in the air, thinking it was the snake. I let out a high-pitched screech that physically broke a glass sitting on top of the kitchen counter.
It turned out the thing I had thought was a snake was actually a person- a girl in fact, with blonde hair and she was sort of pale. She was passed out on the couch, sitting upright with her head lolled to the side, resting against the surface of the couch.
But when she heard my scream, her head jerked up and she looked around in alarm, her hand to her chest like she'd just had a heart attack or something.
"Damn," She mumbled, taking a quick glance around. When she looked up and saw me standing on top of the couch, she did a double take. "Hey Yaz! What are you doing up on the couch? Is that how you normally sit?"
"What, what's going on?" Yelled Khushboo, bursting in from the hallway into the living room, still half asleep with her dark brown hair smashed against her face from just having woken up.
She took one look at the living room, the blonde chick on the couch, along with me standing on it, put her hands on her hips and stared me down.
"For heaven's sake, Yaz, you gotta learn how to control yourself," She said, thinking it was just one of those frequent random moments where I would just yell, making loud noises just to annoy people.
"DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN! THERE'S A FUCKING SNAKE IN THE LIVING ROOM!" I yelled hysterically, pointing at the yellow and white colored snake lying in the corner of the room.
"There's a snake?" The blonde girl's eyes lit up and widened. "Holy shit! There's a fuckin' snake in the room! Nice!" She exclaimed, a grin crossing widely over her face.
"A snake?" Khushboo repeated, obviously not believing me. "Yaz, get down from the couch- and whose fucking pants are those?" She said, staring at me incredulously.
"Why is everyone talking like there isn't a fucking snake in the room when there obviously is?" I couldn't help but screech. I felt like a huge fucking idiot when I felt tears start to gather in my eyes. Crying? Really?
"Oh my God, it's too early for this!" Khushboo said, throwing her hands up in the air. She gently pushed the blonde girl out of the way, grabbed the snake by its tail, opened the window, and chucked it, before it could even react.
Mine and the blonde's mouths literally dropped open as the snake flew out the window.
"She just chucked that snake out of the fuckin' window!" Blake cried, staring at Khushboo with awe and…was that praise I saw glowing in her eyes?
"Whatever. The bus ran it over, anyway," She said simply, closing the window and slapping her hands together to get the dust from the window pane off her hands.
"Now," She said, turning back to me. "I'm assuming that you guys don't really remember anything from last night. When you got home, you guys were pretty smashed.
"And since you were smashed, it is why I hesitate to ask, who in the hell is that girl over there?" She asked, and then swiveled her body and pointed to the front door.
My gaze slowly moved from Khushboo's chocolate-y brown eyes over to the door. There, was a girl wearing a leather jacket, and she was wearing the hood over her face. Her back was against the floor, but her legs were up against the door, standing up vertically.
She had on my skirt and my fishnet tights, and it was easy to tell that she was completely wasted off her ass.
"She's wearing my skirt!" I gasped aloud, pointing an accusing finger at her. "And my tights! Who does shit like that?"
"Do you know who she is?" I asked, staring at Khushboo.
"Nope, you guys all poured in around 3 A.M. or so, and you introduced Blake saying she was your new best friend or something.
" Then," She continued on slowly, getting a pained look on her face, "You and the Asian chick made out on the couch." She said, and shivered, like just talking about it gave her the chills.
"No way!" Blake shouted and then turned to me. "Dude, you kissed a girl and you liked it, too! Way to join the fuckin' club!"
"Oh-kay…" I trailed off, feeling nauseous again. I plopped down from my feet and sat on the couch, clutching my stomach and covering my mouth. "I…I feel deeply disturbed."
"Oh wait, now I remember!" Blake said, scooting over to give me room. "The sexual tension was unbearable." She snickered.
"Oh God…" I muttered. I glanced back at the girl. It's not like she was fugly, but still, I don't think it's any parent's goal for their child to get drunk (and probably high, too) and make out with a random stranger they met.
"Fuck my life," I said, lifting up my head. "You know- just fuck the shit out of it."
Khushboo raised her eyebrows at my melodramatic reaction, and then just shook her head and walked into the back of the apartment.
"In a corner," Blake added in, poking me in the side when I sort of deflated and put my head in my hands. "With pink fuzzy handcuffs. Shit's getting kinky," She giggled.
"Just like last ni-,"
"STOP," I warned her before she could say anymore. "Why the fuck can't we remember anything? I mean, we must have been jacked off of our asses; all three of us."
Blake shrugged, put the coffee table back right side up and propped her feet on it, leaning back against the couch.
"I don't know, bro. It really is a blur, though," She admitted, looking thoughtful. "We probably had a shit-tastic time."
"Yeah, true," I reluctantly agreed. "I just wish I could remember it. The last thing I remember is the concert starting. After that, it's complete darkness. It's bugging the shit out of me."
"Oh, fuck, I remember now!" Blake suddenly shouted, jumping up from the couch. "We did ecstasy last night! And we got really wasted, too. We were able to get in the club because you said-,"
"My cousin works there," I finished, suddenly starting to remember everything. I turned to Blake, "We got wasted, and then we saw her there," I said, pointing to the Asian girl, "And then we just went roaming around the city. I-I think we went to a gay club!"
"I'm so fuckin' glad it's Saturday though, because there would be no way in literal hell I'd be able to go to school." She said, unable to contain in her laughter.
I shrugged. "I really want to laugh with you, but goddamn, my head hurts. I need some Tylenol or something. Now."
"You're in luck!" Blake sing-songed, sounding like she was happy about waking up in a stranger's apartment and feeling like death was having a dance party in her head.
I raised my eyebrow at her while she bent over the side of the couch to grab her bag. "Well, you seem awfully cheery." I said sarcastically, crossing my arms over my chest.
She shrugged and handed me the little bottle of pills. "I don't know why, but I actually don't feel too bad. I mean yeah, my head feels like it's going to burst open like if you were to take the first bite of a fudgesicle, but still, not too shabby."
"Yeah, I don't think I'd feel so butthurt if I hadn't made out with a stranger last night," I said thoughtfully, popping the pills in my mouth, not even bothering to chase anything down with it.
"What time is it?" Blake yawned, pulling out her phone. "Whoa! It's only 10 A.M.! The night's still young!" She laughed, looking at me as if she was trying to cheer me up with her own laughter.
I glared at her and dusted off my - er, the Asian's girl's - camouflage pants. "Dude, I don't feel like doing shit today. I feel so f-ed up right now, dude, you don't even know."
Blake opened her mouth to say something, then snapped it closed after a look of confusion passed over her face.
"Dude, I think I'm having a heart attack," She said, looking at me with her eyes wide in shock. "My left arm hurts."
"Does your chest hurt?" I asked, getting a little worried.
"Nah," She said dismissively. "But…it's like, burning. Like someone with really long nails dug them into my skin or something."
"Wait a minute, now that you say something, I kind of feel it too," I said, a weird sensation creeping up my arm. "But mine's a little higher in my chest, near my collarbone." I said, unsure of what was going on.
"Shit, bro," Blake said. "Did we get hexed or something?" She twisted her arm, examining it and trying to figure out what was wrong.
"HOLY SHIT, DUDE!" I yelled, catching a glimpse of something on her arm. I ran over to her and gripped her forearm.
"What, what's wrong?" She asked frantically, getting a little startled.
"You have a fucking tattoo on your arm!" I screamed, twisting her arm so that she could see just barely see it, since it was on the underside of arm, running along her radius bone.
Her face contorted into a million different in what seemed like a matter of seconds.
"I…I have a tattoo," She almost seemed to whimper, and raised her eyebrow at me. Hell, I have expected her to crumple to her knees and scream, "WHY?!" to the heavens from the way she looked.
But then literally out of nowhere, she just gave a nonchalant shrug and said, "I guess the only reason I'm bummed out is because I don't even fuckin' remember getting the damn thing. What's it say?"
It was stupid, and I felt like a total idiot for feeling so, but I felt kinda special when I saw what the tattoo actually said.
"It…it says my name," I cooed, looking back up at her to see if she was either going to spaz out or punch me in the face.
"Oh," She said simply, and then it seemed to register in her mind. "Oh. I must like you a lot then!" She laughed.
"Sweet," I said. I pulled down the collar of my shirt, but I couldn't really see what the tattoo said, with my neck being in the way and all, since you know, it was holding up my head. "What does mine say?"
Blake dropped her arms down and then walked over closer to me. "Just a warning: I'm not trying to get a glance at your boobs. Although I'm sure they're magnificent or whatever," She giggled.
I didn't say anything- I wasn't entirely sure on how I should respond to that. But, then again, it was a compliment, so in retrospect I said softly, "Thank you…?"
She laughed again and then pulled down my shirt just a little bit to expose my collarbone area. At first, her face just looked neutral, but then it twisted into a different expression, like she just didn't know what she was looking at.
"What?" I asked, starting to panic just the slightest. What if I'd done something stupid and got a tattoo of turtle taking a shit or something else completely random like that? "What is it?"
"It's some sort of cursive calligraphy," She replied, squinting at the words. "I think it says 'Jordan' or something."
"Jordan?" I repeated. "I don't know any Jordan's," I whimpered.
"We must have gotten fucked up," Blake emphasized. "But the tattoo's really pretty, though. It's all fancy and curves around your collarbone. It's not that bad."
I gave her a sarcastic look and she just smiled at me and shrugged.
"Can you check the back of my neck, too?" I asked. "It feels sore. I think I might have another one there." My knees practically grew weak with the possibility.
"Oh!" She let out a surprised little gasp as she spun me around to take a look. "It's my name tattooed on your back; with the same calligraphy writing. Bitchin.'" She complimented, but the only thing I could feel was dread rising in my stomach.
Alright, alright, calm down-everything's going to be fine. A part of me gently reminded myself, but the other side was practically shitting a brick and screaming, "THIS TIME I ACTUALLY GIVE A FUCK AND I'M FREAKING OUT."
"Everything will go back to normal," Blake said, sitting back down on the couch with a sigh. "Everything always goes back to normal. Unfortunately. Or, fortunately, for Khushboo's sake there since she has to deal with your crazy antics."
I shrugged. "I guess," But I was still bummed. "I just wish I knew who Jordan was. I don't remember meeting any guys last night. You?"
"Nope, I'd remember if someone had been interested in some action," She joked, smiling. "Not that I'd do it…unlike how you did with her." She said, jerking her thumb in the direction of the girl slumped up against the door.
"Shut up!" I yelled right back at Blake, feeling embarrassed.
"Um…I have a name," A new voice suddenly entered the room, and Blake and I both whipped our heads to find the voice.
It was the girl who was slumped up against the door- except not anymore. She was up now, wearing her headphones around her neck, but wearing my skirt and tights. I looked at her skinny jeans that I was wearing for some odd reason disdainfully.
"I'm Jordan," She said matter-of-factly. "Or, the Jordan if you will." She smiled wolfishly at me.
My mouth dropped open, but for a reason why, I wasn't quite sure. I wasn't sure if I was outraged or just disturbed.
It wasn't every day you wake up completely hung-over to find an equally hung-over girl sleeping pressed up against the door, after you had supposedly made out with her.
It was a pretty creepy thing to experience.
She pushed up the sleeves of her leather jacket to expose the fronts of her arms, around her radius bone, and flashed two familiar looking tattoos: mine and Blake's name in calligraphy running up and down her arms.
"Uh, where's the bathroom?" She suddenly asked, taking off her hood and pushing her sleeves back down. She didn't even wait for me to say anything, just winked at my shocked face as she said, "I need a shower- I feel a little sticky."
I took one look at the girl's retreating figure, then Blake's face that looked like she was unsure if she should laugh or keep her mouth shut, and felt myself lose it again.
"Khushboo!" I screamed at the top of my lungs pleadingly.