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Cha.23 hangover

Helloo thanks for 28k reads!!
( Finally got this chapter out, it took a million years to finish )

Had no clue on what to do on this chapter and wanted a quick break from writing, That's why it took a few days to finish.

Since I took a week and a half before uploading, I will do my best to upload tomorrow also!

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I stood still in the room, shocked as I heard her loud heels stomp away from the slammed door.

Cheeky bitch

I creeped up to the door and opened it slightly, revealing just a small crack.

The crack was big enough to see through, and so I peaked an eye.

I Saw, relived that Emily actually had left and I didn't need to worry about her anymore.

I got out and to the down to the big living room, where everyone was gathered.

I grabbed Clays arm, tugging on it slightly to get his attention.

A few people turned their gaze towards me.

"Join us George! Or are you too scared?" One of his friends chuckled.

I wanted to say no, But I didn't want to be seen as some kind off lame covard.

Fuck it

I took a quick shot and that's the beginning of how I ended up in this situation in the first place.

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I woke up with my head feeling heavy and my sight was so blurry that I couldn't even tell what was going on.

I felt something under me and apparently I had blacked on the couch, on top of Clay.

I barley remembered anything else from yesterday after I started taking a few shots.

I got off Clay but when I tried standing up, my knees buckled down on the floor immediatly.

Fuck this headacke-

I felt worse than yesterday and prayed to god that my memories would return at some point.

My body shivered slightly and I glanced down, noticing that I was only in an over sized, beige/brown t-shirt.

This isn't my shirt though..

I recognized it, and that's when I remember it was just Clays.

He was still fully clothed in a hoodie and black jeans, But where the hell was my own clothes?

And where was everyone else was?.. Probably left yesterday.

I glanced around my observings, seeing none else but me and Clay there.

It was a mess in the house. Spilled out cans, messed up funiture, alcohol stains on the couches and food crumbles everywhere.

Most of all, it smelt like shit from all the beer and cigaretts that had been smoked in here yesterday.

I leaned down to Clays angle and shook his shoulders. "Clay"

I got no answer or sign in him waking up. "Clay!" I repeated and shook his shoulders harder in an attempt to wake him up.

It worked, since I heard a groan and watched his eyes slowly, heavily open.

His visible eyebags was too hot to not stare at, But know wasn't the time to focus on that, since we really needed to get out of here.