My eyes flatter open slowly and as soon as I get up a little, my head starts aching as if someone has hit me with sledge hammer in my head.
"So you're a hopeless drunk?." Great, not only do I have to deal with a hangover but with the king of all jerks, not the way I'd like to wake up from an hangover.
"That was the first time I've ever got that drunk." I say coldy as I glare at him.
"Do you have your period or something?." He asks and suddenly I feel the heat rush into my cheeks.
"Ugh!, what is your problem, are you allergic to being nice or something because clearly being a d**k is your profession." I say angrily, I didn't mean to snap at him, I actually quite regret it, I'm not a mean person. What I'm trying to say is I'm not a b***h.
"Sorry." He whispers, I'm actually quite shocke
