Lyle's POV
I woke up in my bed feeling like s**t. My head feels like it was hit by a bat, and my eyes are so freaking heavy that it takes me a couple of minutes before successfully opening them.
The light from the sun peeked through my blinds and curtains, illuminating my room. I loved the cool tones of my light gray walls, white floor, and my dark purple bedsheets and fluffy pillows.
I rubbed my eyes and yawned. Then, a sting of pain ran through my mouth and down my throat.
"Ah!" I hissed at the pain.
"I must've drank too much. God! It feels like I swallowed a rock or something." I mumbled hoarsely to myself and stretched my limbs. As I plopped back down to my pillow, I saw the time on my small desk clock beside my bed.
12:15 pm My eyes widened and I quickly climbed out of bed, fall
