Tara was so hungover, she could barely move a muscle without having her headache worsen. She rose out of bed, took a few staggering steps forward, and tried to look for some medicine to make the pain subside. But it seemed like she had run out of it.
Chloe was nowhere to be found. But then again, her best friend could hold her liquor.
She, on the other hand, could not - having only drunk a handful of times in her life.
Tara looked at her wrist watch, and although she really needed to get going if she didn't want to be late to her third lecture of the day, she didn't want to go anywhere.
A quick glance at her phone reminded her, however, that it was Saturday... And that she therefore did not have any freaking lecture.
She could allow herself to be sad. She could trash her one-bedroom
