Ethan's POV
I groaned, my head pounding like a jackhammer on concrete. Something was shaking me, and a voice pierced through the fog of my hangover.
"Ethan! Ethan, wake up!"
I tried to burrow deeper into my pillow, but the shaking persisted. Reluctantly, I cracked open one eye, immediately regretting it as the light stabbed into my retina.
"Ugh... what?" I mumbled, my tongue feeling like sandpaper.
Jess's face swam into focus, her expression a mix of amusement and exasperation. "Your alarm's been going off for like twenty minutes. I could hear it from the living room."
I blinked, trying to process her words. Alarm? What alarm?
Then it hit me. College. Classes. Real life.
"s**t," I groaned, forcing myself to sit up. The room spun, and I grabbed my head, willing it to stay in one pie
