Chapter 8: Challenge AcceptedHead pounding. Mouth drier than a camel’s hoof. Scared to move. Unusually obsessive craving for a vanilla milkshake.
Yep, Zoey was officially hungover. Eugh. She rolled over, very carefully, to grab her phone to check the time. Eleven fifteen A.M.! She never slept in. Sign of a good night, she beamed. Two messages flashed up on her screen; one was Tori, the other Alexa. Trying to prove a point to herself, she ignored Alexa and picked Tori’s message.
Where did you disappear last night?! *wink emoji* How is your head today? Mine is sore! Dirty breakfast, well, lunch later?
Zoey couldn’t even think about food right now, her tummy was far too fragile. Speaking of fragile, she stretched her usual glorious morning stretch when she noticed her tiptoes and calves fe
