Ceelin
"Ouch," I groaned softly as I opened my eyes. My head felt like it was splitting open with pain. I said I wouldn't drink too much so I wouldn't get a hangover but I still drank too much last night. It was Yves' fault. She forced me to drink again.
Wait. I was in a private room inside a bar. That was the last thing I remembered before I fell asleep from drunkenness. Why am I inside my room now? Who brings me home? Is it my friend? But she was also drunk last night.
I suddenly got up and sat on the bed when I saw Phil in my room. He was sitting cross-legged and staring at me intently. It was as if he was waiting for me to wake up.
"You're finally awake," he said to me. His face was serious but blank. I didn't know if he was mad at me or what. Could it be that he was the one who dr
