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."
