Went Over My Head Novels & Stories

"You weren't paying attention, were you?" I blinked swiftly at her, immediately remembering that she had said something to me a while ago. Something that hadn't registered one bit. "Oh, uh, I was, but—" I swiftly scratched the back of my ear with my index finger. She gave me a pointed look that indicated that she was yet to hear the other half of that sentence, "but?" I sighed in defeat, dropping my hands. "I'm sorry, okay? It's just that it's been a lot for me these days, and most times it just overwhelms me, and I just don't know what to do."

JORDI ADKINS When I woke up the next morning, I immediately felt the agonizing splitting headache caused by the hangover. I must’ve consumed too much alcohol last night and got neglectfully wasted that I don’t even remember how the fuck did I got home in the first place. I’m surprised that I even got home without my mom knowing that I went to a party last night.

My tongue tasted like metal and something bitter, and I was 100% sure that I had just given myself a damn concussion. This was such a stupid, crazy, insane move. I knew it. I could feel the regret slowly trying to creep into my head, but I shook my head again, forcing the regret away. It didn’t matter anymore. If regret helped me leave this place, I would regret everything every day, but it wouldn’t. Nothing else had worked, so I needed to do something extreme.

I couldn't afford to panic in this moment that I found myself lying in bed with my ex. I searched my memories about how it happened. However, I clearly don't remember anything and whenever something comes up in my mind, I forget it the next second thus making my whole bid useless and unsuccessful. What the f*** is wrong with me? Never in my life had I experienced such a terrible headache and mindless confusion. Slowly and carefully, I raised the covers and peered at whether THAT part of me was exposed, even though I already feel it seem bare underneath the covers. When I raised it up, I saw that indeed, my p**is has become bare.

The words felt heavier the second they left my mouth. Lucas straightened slightly, not stepping back, not pulling away, just settling into the moment like he had accepted it faster than I expected. “Could be,” he repeated. “I don’t know,” I said quickly, the words spilling out before I could stop them. “I’ve tried to figure it out, to count back, to make sense of it, but everything overlaps. I keep going over it and I still can’t be sure.” He didn’t interrupt. That made it harder.

he said but I was still dumbfounded, not even moving an inch on my position. "S-sarah?"..."Huh?" "I was calling you a bunch of times but you're not answering"...he said and I lowered my head. I was so lost that I couldn't think straight. Why does this word made me overthink? Arghhh....this is crazy. "Oh, I was just thinking of something. We should go"....I said and tried to walk ahead but-"Aww!"....Was I so lost that I didn't even remember my sprained ankle.

I wake up in a more sour mood than yesterday. I have a test I'm to study for but I can't. Why? There's a stupid song that keeps playing over and over in my head. It's catchy, but annoying at the same time. I get off my bed, when I'm a 100 percent sure no memory is getting retained. It's almost noon and I've missed my first class for the day. It's a little rule I came up with, but if I miss the first class, there's no point going to the others. That has never made sense, but I really like sticking to my principles.

I stood there, frozen, the words echoing in my head as the reality of the situation sank in. I was in over my head, caught in a game I didn't understand, with rules that seemed to shift and change with every passing moment. I stood there, frozen, the words echoing in my head as the reality of the situation sank in. I was in over my head, caught in a game I didn't understand, with rules that seemed to shift and change with every passing moment.

********** If I ever got the opportunity to change the world, the first thing I would take away is hangovers. I mean, the terrible decisions I make is more than enough consequence for drinking too much. Why add the headache? My eyes snapped open as sunlight stabbed directly into my skull. "Fuck." The word came out hoarse. My head felt like someone had replaced my brain with a marching band. I groaned and buried my face into the pillow. I couldn't deal with this now. Maybe if I got a little more sleep, the headache would go away. And who knows? I could even get another disastrous orgasm in my dreams.

I scrunched my face in disgust. I tried to recall the events of the night I met him. Of course! I had to be drinking. I moved back to the wall. “You. Are. A. Big. Disappointment. To. Yourself.” I hit my head, not strong enough for me to collapse, but strong enough for me to feel a little impact. It was a stupid idea. But it mostly worked for me.