[AVA]
The next morning arrives with my head not ready to give me a break.
“Oh, God! What the hell was I thinking?”
I have never been a graceful drinker, nor have I been the one who woke up with a smile on their face after the booze night. I don’t know how people do that. It must be some sort of superpower or something.
I shake my head and finally let my tired gaze swim around the room, which surprisingly looks similar to Brian’s penthouse.
Weird. I don’t remember coming back here. Was I not supposed to head home to stay with Mom and Dad for a week?
I scratch my head and slide out of bed, feeling my bare feet curl against the cold floor.
The hum of voices fills my ears, and I strain myself, trying to figure out if it’s all in my head or if there’s actually someone else present in the
