Lily Hates Me: A Love Story — Chapter 39

"Ouch... Summer!" Anthony groaned and held his nose.

"Oh my God! I'm sooo sorry!" I cried and looked at him with a terrified expression. "I can't believe I just did that." I wanted to cry.

"Oh shit, she socked you hard," Tony commented. "You alright man?" he looked concerned.

"I think so," Anthony's voice was muffled.

"Wow, Summer. I am impressed by your punching strength," Tony smirked.

"My dad taught me how to box," I said proudly, forgetting Anthony's situation for a second. I brought my attention back to Anthony as I heard him groan. "Did I break it?" I stepped forward and almost stumbled on top of him. I was still too drunk.

"Whoa there girly, worry about yourself first," Tony said and held me up by my waist.

"I think it's fine. It's not broken, just hurts like a bitch," Anthony commented. "Hey, I think I am gonna head home and take care of this. Can you give her a ride back, Tony?" he looked at Tony.

Whaat! No way. This wasn't part of the plan. He can't leave me with Tony!

I grabbed Anthony's arm and dragged him to the other side of the room where Tony can't hear us. Or at least I thought he couldn't hear us.

"What are you doing? You can't leave me here with him! I am really drunk and he is a major fuckboy. What if he tries to take advantage of me?" I looked at him questioningly.

"He wouldn't," Anthony dismissed me.

"Ho...how do you know?" I said. I was having a hard time standing now.

"I've known him since middle school. He can be a big jerk but he is not a rapist," Anthony said.

"But he might've changed! You know how he is around girls. He will get all rapey on me!" I squealed. Refusing to let Anthony leave.

"I promise not to get rapey," Tony commented from the side. Shit, he heard.

"Great. My nose really hurts. I gotta split. Take care of her, Tony," Anthony said and ran off before I could catch him again. Noooooo!

I tried to walk away from Tony but tripped. He was quick on his feet and grabbed me immediately before I face planted on the ground.

"Let go of me you fiend," I declared. "I don't want your giant D," I said.

"I am gravely disappointed but I will live. Come on, let's get you sober up before I take you home. I am sure your parents won't want to see you like this," he said.

"Yes. My parents. I love my parents," I said. I started to feel something coming up to my throat and scowled.

"Oh no, are you going to puke? Don't you dare!" Tony looked horrified.

"I...I can feel it..." I said and grabbed my stomach. Tony quickly grabbed me and half-carried me to the bathroom.

"Clear the way for the pukey, you assholes!" he screamed. Some of the teenagers cleared the way without hesitation. No one wants to be in the fire zone.

Thankfully, we made it to the bathroom without me throwing up all over him. He gathered up my hair and held me by my waist while I threw up in the toilet. Gosh, I can't believe I lost my date tonight and now I am being babied by the high school bad boy while I barf my life out. Things can't get any more embarrassing than this.

But I was wrong.

It turns out, things can get more embarrassing. And it did.

As I was puking my guts out, I heard someone come into the bathroom. Tony was busy holding me up so I don't fall into the toilet so he didn't pay attention to the door.

"Holy crap, Summer Phillips is totally shitfaced!" someone cried and laughed out loud. "I need to record this shit," he said.

Wait... what?

"Hey, put your phone away asshole," Tony yelled.

I was done throwing up so I went to the sink and washed my face then looked at the guy who was standing around holding a phone up. There goes my reputation.

"Delete that video right now!" I cried.

"No way, this is going viral," he said. Who was this jerkface?

"No! Give me that phone!" I tried to grab it from his hands but he ran out of the room. I proceeded to go after him but felt dizzy and almost fell on my face but Tony caught me again.

"Jesus, don't worry about him now. Are you feeling better?" he asked.

"I feel like shit and I'm gonna pass out. That guy is going to show that video to everyone. I am ruined! And my clothes smell like puke!" I whined.

"So dramatic. It'll be fine, let's get you home," Tony said and pulled me by my hand.

"I can't go home. My dad will kill me if he sees me like this," I said. I felt like crying.

"Fuck...okay. Come with me," he said.

"Where are you taking me?" I groaned as my head was pounding.

"Just come," he said irritably and walked me outside.

I kept stumbling as I could hardly walk.

"Fucking pain in my ass," Tony mumbled and put my arm around his shoulders to help me walk. He put me inside a car and closed the door.

I was slowly falling asleep and had no strength to protest. Why did I drink so much? Nice going Summer, you dumb bitch.

I don't know how much time has passed after that, but I didn't wake up until I felt water pouring down my hair.

It felt so cool and refreshing that I closed my eyes again. I felt someone's hands on my temple then running through my hair. Someone was washing my hair. Mom? I must be home.

"I'm sorry I got so drunk mom, I'll never ever do that again," I promised.

"Awe, aren't you a good girl?" she said. Wait...why does mom sounds like a teenage boy? More specifically, why does she sound like...TONY!?

I snapped my eyes open again and sat up then found myself staring at Tony's face. He was grinning at me and staring at me with an amused look on his face.

"YOU ARE NOT MOM!" I cried.

"Nope, but if you insist on calling me something like that, I prefer daddy," he smirked.

"What's going on?" I was utterly confused.

"Well, you passed out. Then threw up again in your hair. Now lay back so I can finish shampooing your hair," Tony said.

"Oh...uhm...wow, I'm so embarrassed," I mumbled. "I should leave now," I said and attempted to get up but he pushed me back down.

"You aren't going anywhere until I'm done Ms. Lightweight. You still have shampoo in your hair so stop being a stubborn child and let me finish washing it off," Tony said.

He looked annoyed so I pouted and laid back down. My head was throbbing so his fingers felt nice as he lightly massaged my temple while washing my hair.

What kind of situation is this?