I woke up with what felt like someone hammering something against my head. A groan escaped past my lips as I pushed myself up from the couch, having no idea where the hell I was. “Morning!” I lifted my eyes, my brain cringing at the sound of a loud and hyped voice.
Hailey stood in front of me, a mug in one hand and Advil’s in the other. “How are you feeling?” She asked, sitting down next to me on the couch.
“Like s**t,” I mumbled, dropping my head in my hands. I finally lost it and I don’t even feel guilty. All this fucken time I was pretending to be alright and to be this perfect girl, protecting people and caring about their feelings that I completely forgot about my own.
“You look better than normal people with a hungover which makes me quite jealous. Seemingly that you downed ten
