Fearless?

Fearless? - Chapter Five

'Sometimes, if you aren't sure about something, you have to just jump off the bridge and grow wings on your way down,'

- Danielle Steel

Chapter Five

Cole let out a loud groan as reality started crashing down around him, his head pounding in pain from the tiniest noise as his stomach turned and stretched making him feel sick - very sick indeed. It was safe to say that he was hungover, the drink from the previous night now making him feel sick. His forest green eyes opened slightly, trying to get used to the bright light in whatever room he had passed out in, Cole's brain trying to remember what the hell had happened last night, trying to piece together what he did remember. 

It had all gotten out of control - far too much out of control, but some times that was what Cole needed - he needs a little bit of insanity to keep his feet firmly glued to the ground.

He opened his eyes fully, trying to take in his surroundings, as he pushing himself slightly off the cold, hard floor and looking around the room. Cole glanced around the bathroom, trying to remember what he had been doing before he had passed out - probably puking or trying to escape from the chaos of the party. Probably the former. Everything from the last night was now just a blur, something telling him deep inside that he didn't want to figure out exactly what his actions due to the drink had been. The last thing he could remember was terribly singing a random N-Sync sound from the 90's with an extremely intoxicated Kelly while Alex danced drunkenly around like a chicken or something. 

Then the very blurry face of Leigh popped up into his head, and Cole knew for a fact that he didn't want to remember any more. Leigh was the one girl who both Cole and Alex avoided like the black death. If they saw her walking down a corridor, they would instantly turn around and run in the opposite direction. She was unusually easy to spot, with her bright blonde hair and pumpkin colored skin that looked like she had spent hours rubbing tomatoes all over her body in hope that the colour would look 'natural'. But she also had a habit of hiding behind corners and pouncing on Alex or Cole when they least expected it followed by her backing them into a dark corridor, both of them scared to shout 'rape' incase she did something worse to them - like stab them repeatedly with her five inch Jimmy Choos, something Cole had recurring nightmares about.

Cole pushed himself off the floor and on to his feet, finding it hard to do so without loosing his balance. He stood still for a few moments, his head spinning and his stomach threatening to give way. Once the spinning finally died down, he took a step towards the sink, turning the tap on before spraying some ice cold water on to his face, trying to wake himself up bit more. He glanced up into the mirror which hung over the sink, glancing at his messy brown hair which stuck out in random directions, not caring that it was pretty obvious that he had slept on a bathroom floor in a pool of his own drool.

Suddenly, somebody banged against the door, Cole instantly turning around, swearing under his breath from shock.

"Hey whoever is in there, open up!" The voice shouted. Cole looked around the bathroom, trying to figure out if he should open the door or not. "I swear to god I'm gonna puke!" the voice added, instantly making up Cole's mind. He stepped forward, unlocking the door. The door instantly swung open as the person on the other side stumbled into the bathroom, shoving Cole to the side, the person heading straight to the toilet. The sound of the person throwing up was Cole's signal to leave. He walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him, slowly trying to figure out how he would exit the huge house. He quickly remembered the route downstairs, and began to walk down the hall, heading down the staircase and making his way to the front door. He thought about searching for Kelly and Alex for a minuite, but decided to just dismissing the idea, they had probably ordered a taxi home like the usually did. Cole walked out over to where his car was parked while digging his keys out of his pocket and unlocking the doors. He opened the door of his car, climbing in and buckling up his seatbelt. Digging his phone out of his pocket, he read the time, trying to figure out how long he had to sneak in the house without his father noticing. Even though his father had practically forced him to go out, he didn't think he would appreciate his son crawling through the front door at 7AM.