Riley.
I can’t remember anything from last night. I remember getting to the club, dancing, and then Alec and my brother showing up, but after that, it's a complete blur. I don’t even know how I got home.
Now I’m in my mother’s kitchen, my hands on my head while she makes me a coffee. Lily doesn’t look all that great either; she was in my bed when I woke up this morning, so I'm guessing she was just as drunk as I was.
Never again am I drinking! I hate the pounding headache and the feeling of dehydration. As she places the cup on the table, I lift my head. “Thanks, Mom.”
“I wish you wouldn’t get so drunk. Your father had to carry you upstairs last night; you couldn’t walk,” she replies.
I give a guilty look. I didn’t mean to cause such a scene, but I guess we were having a good time. A
