Zadyre
Like Brielle said, the hangover was worse than anyone I’ve ever experienced as it hit me at once.
I groaned loudly as I opened my eyes at the bright lights streaming from the opened windows. I never open the windows, ever.
That’s when the f*****g bastard I call my friend yelled out of nowhere into my ears.
“What the f**k is wrong with you asshole?” He hit me with a pillow over again.
“Leave me the f**k alone, Damon.”
I croaked, clutching my head in agony as I rolled to the far end of the bed, burying myself in my blanket.
“Something is wrong, Zadyre. And I’m not leaving until you tell me what it is, because you hardly get this drunk if there’s no reason to be.”
Having a friend you grew up with is a big mistake because they mostly knew you more than you know yourself.
But
