RIVER
I wake up with a really bad headache. I kick my feet in the air angrily and grip the bedsheets tight as I sit up.
Then the question hits me? How did I get home?
As if on clue, Blue walks in at the same time and hands me a coffee mug.
She nods at me and ushers me to gulp down the hot coffee before speaking.
"You were really an handful last night." Blue shakes her head gravely, "you threw up all over his body and trust me it was a real mess."
I gasp, freezing when I remember last night.
How I kept singing heartbreak songs as I hold unto him, my head resting on his broad and he zoooms off on his bike.
But the disaster takes place when he lifts me off the bike and scoop me in his arms like a bride and…..
"f**k! f**k! Jesus." I exclaim, palming my hands through my disheveled hai
