love is blind

She looked down at him, shocked. "I thought you were begging for this." She told him sternly. "And now you're going to say no because I had a couple of beers?!" She got off of him and walked into the back room, slamming a locker that was left open.

He stood up and wobbily ran after her. "Jasmin!"

She had gotten dizzy from moving too quick and she fell against the lockers, sliding down to the ground before he came in. She was sitting on the floor when he entered. She looked up at him, mega pissed.

"I'm sorry but i can't do it like this..." He helped her up, only to get slapped...

She leaned against the lockers to balance herself after she slapped him across the face. "Then have fun with your hand, Paul." She scoffed. She began to walk out of the back room, but her head began to hurt. She held one of her hands up to her forehead as she used the other to keep herself balanced against the wall. Her head began to throb with pain from a headache and she lowered herself to the bench in front of the lockers. She lowered her head and covered her face with both of her hands.

"My hand hurts sometimes after... Thats not the point" he corrected himself. "Uh... are you alright Jasmin?"

"No, I'm not f***ing alright." She muttered. "My head feels like it got split open by an axe."

He ran up to her. "Here." he offered her his lap.

She pushed him away harshly. She didn't look at him, she kept her eyes on the ground, and as soon as she pushed him she covered her face again. She tried rubbing her temples, but that didn't help. "Oh shit, I think I'm going to throw up." She said quietly as she moved her arms to around her stomach, she gently rocked herself back and forth as she sat on the bench.

"Ah crap..." He moved behind her and started to massage your arms. "don't think about it..."

She was able to surpress the nauseaus feeling for a few minutes and she thought it went away, but it quickly rose from her stomach to her chest and she ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her, and hurled.

"Oh god..." he ran to help her, but the door was locked. "You okay hunny?"

She didn't respond, instead she threw up again until there was nothing left in her stomach. She flushed the toilet and hovered over the sink and cleaned her mouth and rinsed it out with water, trying to get rid of the bitter taste of vomit. She then slumped onto the floor. She began to break out into a sweat, she closed her eyes and leaned her head back.

Paul kicked open the door and rushed in. "Are you okay Jasmin!?"

She pulled her knees up to her chest, and wrapped her arms around her legs as she looked down. "I'm fine."

"you're lying." he said, glancing at the pile of puke that had missed the toilet. "Come on you can sleep over at my house, you won't get into trouble for begin drunk."

"You can't drive." She told him, still looking down.

"Unless you want to stay here?" he grinned, and seeing no response, picked her up and helped her to her car.

She slept quietly all the way to his house. Occasionally she muttered something in her sleep, but she didn't wake up.

They arrived at the house. It wasnt a big house, or a small one, jst on of the countless medium quailty housing developments. "Come on honey wake up." he lightly kissed her.