The following is a complete work of fiction. In what could be many entries in the adventures of Alisha, an 18 year old girl entering her senior year of high school, and Vicky, a symbiote that has the capacity to overtake and control Alisha's body.
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Day Four: Thursday (Part 1)
Alisha woke up to the sound of her alarm. Once she had turned it off, she paused, and sat up in her bed.
"How did I get here?"
she thought to herself, her mind feeling hazy. The last thing she remembered was being at Tyler's house with Samantha, Ryan, and Tyler, and they were taking shots of tequila. Alisha tried to focus to try to piece together what happened.
"Shots... shots... and... VICKY?!"
Alisha remembered asking Vicky to help her, but after that, she couldn't remember a thing, just the feeling of falling asleep, and then waking up a few minutes ago in her bed.
"Vicky, are you there?"
asked Alisha.
"Always am,"
said Vicky.
"What happened last night?"
"I got us home, just like I said I would. I even made sure to say thank you to your lovely parents for letting you stay late at Rachel's."
"Oh my goodness, thank you! They didn't suspect I was, well, you know, drunk?"
"Oh no, I took care of that. Besides, I can't have you get grounded and stuck here in your room, we need to keep us free."
"Yea, I guess you're right."
Alisha turned to get out of bed, and stood up. As soon as she did, she nearly fell over, and felt a pain in her head that she had never felt before. Falling to her knees, Alisha put her hands on her head, and let out a cry.
"What is happening to me?"
Alisha asked herself.
"That, Lish, is called a hangover. That's what happens when you do tons of shots of tequila without much experience drinking."
Alisha crawled her way to the washroom door, and closed it behind her. She pulled herself up in front of the sink, and splashed some cold water into her face.
"Okay, Alisha. You can do this,"
she told herself.
"I can do this. I can do this. I need to do this."
Alisha tried to stand up straight, but felt a wave of nausea come over her when she did. She soon after felt a sensation she was familiar with, but hadn't felt in a while.
Alisha rushed over to the toilet, and leaned over it. Right on cue, she began to vomit. She spent a few minutes leaning over the toilet, eventually throwing up again.
She made her way back to the sink, and splashed more cold water in her face. She grabbed the cup she kept on the counter, and rinsed out her mouth with first water, and then with mouth wash after.
Alisha dried her face off, and went back into the bedroom. She grabbed her phone, and saw that it was already 7:00am.
"Crap! I need to hurry, or I'm going to miss the bus."
With her head still pounding, Alisha began to dress herself. She put on one of her many t-shirts, and started to put on one of her pairs of jeans.
"Is there something wrong with the clothes we bought yesterday?"
"Vicky, please, not today, my head hurts."
"And your point?"
"I just don't want to today. Please?"
"Well I do, so you're going to. I put them in your dresser, third drawer."
Alisha sighed, and slid off the jeans she had just put on. She walked over to her dresser and opened the third drawer. Sitting inside was all the clothes she had bought the day before with Samantha.
"You know my parents will kill me if they see me in any of these, right?"
"Fine. Put the shorts in your bag, and put on some leggings. You'll get changed as soon as you get to school."
Alisha did as Vicky said, and finished getting dressed. She took her bag and headed downstairs for breakfast.
***
When Alisha arrived at school, she made her way to the nearest washroom. She made her way into one of the stalls, removed her leggings, then pulled on the new pair of jean shorts.
Upon exiting the stall, she looked at herself in the mirror. The shorts were like nothing she had ever worn in public; they hung low on her hips and were incredibly short, considering the rest of the shorts just barely covered her ass. They also did a good job of displaying her legs.
Alisha was embarrassed to be wearing such short shorts at school, but she knew that fighting with Vicky would be a futile effort. She had no idea how she was going to explain this sudden change in wardrobe to her friends from church. She took a deep breath, and exited the washroom for her math class.
As she sat at her desk in class, Alisha's head throbbed and ached. She was new to handling alcohol, and was now experiencing the consequences for the first time. The rest of her classmates filed into the room, including Evan, and soon class began.
Alisha tried her best to focus on the class, but it was difficult with the constant pounding in her head. It didn't help that she also felt like she was being eyed up by Evan any time she caught a glimpse of him in her peripheral vision. The teacher eventually finished explaining the new subject for the day, and had the students work on assignments.
"Hey, Alisha," whispered Evan.
"Hey," she replied, not looking up from her work.
"You alright?"
"No, I have a headache."
"A headache? More like a hangover."
Surprised, Alisha looked over at Evan with a serious look in her eyes.
"I know a hangover when I see one," continued Evan. "Did I miss something fun last night?"
"Not really. I was with some of my friends last night."
"Anyone I know?" asked Evan.
"I don't think so... Tyler, Ryan, and Samantha."
Evan smirked. "I think you'll have to make some introductions happen."
Alisha turned back to her assignment, and tried to get back to work.
"And Alisha, I gotta say, I love what you're wearing. It's nice seeing those legs outside of... Vegas."
Alisha's eyes widened at Evan's last remark, adding feelings of fear to the mix of embarrassment, discomfort, and throbbing head pain she was already experiencing.
"Not today, Evan."
"The day is still young."
Evan turned back to work on his assignment, but continued to glance at Alisha throughout class, admiring how she looked in her new outfit.
***
First break couldn't come soon enough for Alisha. She had tried her best to keep it together in class, but found herself unable to work on more than the first page of what was assigned. She left the classroom, and went to one of the vending machines. She purchased a sports drink, hoping it would help her recover, and began walking to the usual spot under the staircase to see her friends.
As she walked down the crowded halls, she could feel the eyes of other students checking her out, eyeing up her exposed legs and new shorts that left little to the imagination. She made it to the top of the stairs, and made her way down to her friends.
"Alisha!" said a startled Jackie. "What are you wearing?!"
"Could you please not be so loud," said Alisha, wincing from Jackie's comment.
"Are you alright?" asked Toni. "You don't look ok."
"Yes, I'm fine," said Alisha. "I just have a headache.
"Ok, so back to your shorts," said a much quieter Jackie. "Where did you get those? And why are you wearing those?"
"I... I thought it was time... for a change," stuttered Alisha.
"Your parents actually let you get those?" asked Toni.
"Yea..." lied Alisha. "They're loosening up on me a bit. I mean, I am eighteen now."
"Damn, Lish,"
whispered Vicky.
"You're getting better at that."
"Not now, Vicky. I have enough going on."
"Just saying... I'm proud of you!"
"I don't think I could pull those off," said Rachel. "But they do look good on you, I guess."
"Yea, and every guy in the school probably likes them too," added Jackie. "I could never be comfortable dressed like that."
Alisha could feel her face blushing at all the attention her friends were giving her about her outfit, but she was hardly surprised by their reaction to it. The bell rang, and they all went their separate ways to their classrooms.
Evan was already at his seat when Alisha walked back in, and didn't even bother trying to be discreet in eyeing her up as she walked back to her seat.
The sports drink felt like it was helping a little, and Alisha tried to get back to work on her math assignment. However, her hangover headache continued, and she found herself unable to get much work done.
***
As lunch break began, Alisha felt her headache begin to dull. She first went to her locker to get her gym clothes for after lunch, and then went to find her friends.
On her walk to the lunch room, she saw Tyler walking towards her. He playfully smiled at her, but she didn't return the look, instead giving him an annoyed look. As they were about to pass each other, Tyler came up close to Alisha's face, and whispered into her ear.
"I deleted the photo from the washroom yesterday."
He pulled himself away from her, winked, and continued on his way. But as he began walking away, in front of about a dozen other students in the hall, Tyler took the opportunity to playfully smack her ass.
Alisha's eyes widened, and she turned to confront Tyler, who was now walking away with a laugh.
Alisha turned back, and continued her walk to the lunch room.
