Desmond
I rarely ever had a headache after drinking.
I mean for obvious reasons I had a much higher alcohol tolerance than most people and so my mood was pretty f*****g terrible yesterday to make me drink this much.
And now I felt like absolute s**t.
I managed to get out of bed and drag myself to the kitchen. Kennedie was already there drinking her cup of oversweet hot chocolate. Seriously, if putting herself in extremely dangerous situations did not kill her, she was probably going to get herself killed from diabetes… she took way too many sweets for her own good.
“Someone has finally decided to join the human race” she said sarcastically.
“Wow, charming as always aren’t you princess”
She looked up at me and her eyes had some expression that I could not quite put my hands on, it lo
