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Oh gosh. Kill me now.

My head hurts so much.

Am I dead? Finally.

It's like an anvil and a hammer are having a field trip in my head.

Can sunlight disappear already?

This bed is so warm though.

I slowly open my eyes adjusting to the morning sun. It's so bright in here.

I know I'm not in Daisy's home right now and I probably lost my virginity to some stranger, but I'm too weak to scream or concentrate.

I sit up and look around and my first thought is: white.

Everything, from the walls to the bed sheets: white.

Not to talk of the massive floor windows which allows sunlight that's too much for comfort seep through.

The person who owns this house must be crazy rich and crazy obsessed with sunlight.

I look around and see a glass of water and a pain reliever of some sort.

Is it advisable I take this?

I don't even know whose house this is or how I got here.

Whatever, I'm having a migraine here.

I take the pill and swallow taking a sip of water with it.

I want to lie down back because honestly everything about this room is heaven but the owner could be a really old creepy white man for all I know.

The room door opens,

Or it could be Lucas.

I should have guessed.

Lucas walks in and walks around the room as if looking for something before he turns his attention to me.

How does someone look so good in the morning? It's almost illegal. I probably look like a train wreck compared to him.

I hate that he looks good.

I hate that I think he looks good.

I was fine before he came along.

And that hair, I want to pull it.

Ugh

"You're awake. How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine, just a headache"

More like a migraine but OK.

He walks closer to the bed.

What is he doing?

Move away.

Don't come any closer.

I withdraw.

He raises an eyebrow before stretching out a bottle of orange juice to me.

Was he holding that before?

"You used the pill, right? Here take this. It's dangerous using pills on an empty stomach"

I scoff.

You're the one to talk.

Muttering a 'thank you', I collect the bottle and pop open the lid before taking a sip.

I sigh and look up at him.

Of course he looks better close up.

"You don't remember anything from the party, do you?"

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