I had never really learned in my seventeen years of existence that hangovers are horrible. You would feel absolutely terrible the day after that big party, but when the next event came rolling around you were first in line to the keg.
"I'm sorry, Jade," Chris laughed with one hand on my head and the other on the steering wheel.
"If you turn us into a pretzel around a light post," I mumbled as a wave of intelligent consciousness washed over me, "I will kill you."
"I didn't have that many drinks!" he protested.
"That's what they all say," I said and quickly sat up, holding my hand over my mouth as I felt a horrible taste creep into it.
"Wait wait wait!" Chris yelled frantically and pulled over to the side of the road. I was out the door before he could stop the truck. I was heaving into the long grass on all fours, Chris holding my long black hair away from my face.
"I told you to stop me from drinking," I moaned and collapsed in the grass.