Page 82 of How We Began

“You told me you shloved me.”

Oh, god!

“Then you threw up in the gutter. Did you eat carrots yesterday?”

Oh, god!

“Did I say anything else?” I was too scared to look at him so I pulled the duvet up over my head.

He followed my question with a long and painful moment of deathly silence.

“No.”

Thank goodness for that.

He pulled the duvet down, his lips breaking into a wide smile.

“Thank you for picking us up.”

“You’re welcome, Taylor.”

“What?”

“You don’t remember singing the whole way home?”

The blues twinkled like stars.

Oh, god!

“Very tuneful. Now come on, get up. It’s nearly time for class.”

I’m trying to get ready but it is impossible to get dressed when you can’t move your head at all. I just fell over trying to get my foot into my knickers.

Who thought it was a good idea to go and get smashed and then go dancing all night?

Oh, yes, that was me.

(11.30 a.m.)

“Delilah?” Professor Johnson called me over to the front.

Oh, no! What had I done now?

“I think next time you drink that much vodka you should just stay in bed.”

“Oh, okay then.”

“Oh and maybe have chewing gum.”

Shit.

I shuffled back to my seat trying not to move my head too much.

(2.00 p.m.)

Praise the lord for having no lectures on a Friday afternoon. I am back in bed where I plan to stay for the rest of the day.

Thankfully, Ben is going out to meet the band, so I can just hide in my room and die of mortification by myself.