(Clara)
The morning after the club felt significantly worse than the night itself.
That hardly seemed fair.
If I was being honest, I felt like people should be allowed to enjoy poor decisions without suffering the consequences afterward, but apparently life disagreed with me because the moment I opened my eyes, a headache settled behind them and immediately informed me that I had made several mistakes.
One of those mistakes was letting Anna convince me to go out.
Another was staying as long as I did.
And the biggest mistake of all was allowing myself to think about Callum Hart at any point during the evening.
The realization irritated me immediately.
Mostly because I had spent the last several weeks trying not to think about him.
The effort had been unsuccessful.
Very unsuccessfu
