Spring Break [on pause]

the hangover.

Ahhhh! I close my eyes, but the pain won't go away. That's way too bright. Carefully, I open one of my eyes. The sunlight shines through the windowpanes and lights the rooms. Why didn't I close the curtains yesterday before I went to bed?

I groan and turn around to save my face from the merciless sunshine. Bad idea. My head is pounding, and I have the feeling somebody is hammering a thousand thin nails into my temples. My throat is dry and hurts, and my stomach revolts. Right, that is probably the hangover I predicted yesterday, but I didn't expect it wouldn't be that bad. I breathe a few times and try to fight the nausea I feel before I decide it's safer for the bedding and the carpeting if I make my way to the bathroom asap.

It takes me some effort to get up, and I close my eyes again as I feel my way toward the bathroom with my bare hands. I smash the door behind me before I kneel in front of the toilet, waiting for the inevitable. But nothing happens. Even if I feel like throwing up, my body seems to have other plans. I sigh before I get up and look at myself in the mirror. I look really trashed. More like a thirty-year-old junkie who just checked into rehab than a junior college student.

Carefully, I wash my face and try to ignore my head which still feels like it would explode in the next minutes. I drink some water, and even though my stomach rebels against it, I force myself to drink even more. I have to get the rest of the alcohol out of my system, fast. Finally, when I feel a little more like a human being, I make my way back into our room. For the first time today, I manage to look around. Mia and Sienna are lying in their beds, still sleeping. Both of them still wear their dresses. Mia didn't even take her heels off. Obviously, I am not the only one here who had a great evening.

I grab my phone to look at the clock, but it is dead, and after I plugged it in and put it on my bedside table, I fall back into my bed and wait until it turns on. It's almost 2 p.m. Damn, that's like nine hours of sleep for me. I didn't expect to feel that crappy after such a long time asleep. The urge to simply go back to sleep again is strong, but I don't wanna mess up my sleep schedule even more than I already did. Therefore, I force myself to stay awake and begin replying to text messages from friends back home who ask about our vacation. At some point, I catch myself randomly scrolling through Instagram and Facebook not to fall asleep again.

About 2.30 p.m., the bedsheets on Mia's bed start moving. "What the actual hell?" She gets up, and I'm kind of relieved that she doesn't look much better than me. At least I'm not the only one that kicked over the traces last night. Mia looks at me before she starts giggling. Just seconds after, she grimaces in pain before she starts laughing again. "What a night, Ava, wasn't it? You look really shitty." I nod and begin to giggle again. The noise wakes Sienna up too, and shortly after, we three have the chance to share our misery.

"I need some Vitamin C," sighs Sienna and opens the minibar. "Oh gosh, I can't see any beer right now. She closes her eyes and fumbles in the minibar until she reaches the orange juice. She takes three glasses from the cupboard over the fridge, pours some juice, and hands each of us a glass. The cold liquid runs down my throat, and I slowly start feeling better. "Did anyone hear from the boys?" asks Mia and checks her phone. "Not yet. Wait. I'm gonna knock on their door." I get dressed in a crop top and shorts in the bathroom before I leave our room and knock on the boy's room. "Coming." That's Logan's voice. He opens the door, and I peek into their room. Parker lies on the bed, a pretzel in his hand, and smiles forcedly when he sees me.

"I guess you have a massive hangover too, guys?" They nod. Mia appears at the door. "Parker, you have to eat proper food, not pretzels. We should all get some hangover breakfast and sunshine. That will do us good." Neither Parker nor Logan seems fully convinced, but they don't argue with Mia. We girls leave again to get ready, and fifteen minutes later, we meet the boys in the hallway, wearing bikinis under our outfits. We decided to get breakfast and then chill on the beach to revive. Vitamin C and Vitamin sea. As we walk through the resort complex, nothing reveals there was a huge party going on yesterday, although some people are dancing again. Seems like the fiesta never stops in Mexico. The boys order some eggs and bacon while I rather stick to oats and fruits to kill the headache that is still hunting me.

Nevertheless, the sunshine and the food in my system seem to work because shortly after breakfast, I feel much better again. I just realized now how hungry I was. The others don't look as pale anymore, and our conversations become more lively as it gets later. When we finally head to the beach, it is almost 3.30 p.m., but we all knew this holiday would consist mainly of booze and beach, so no one complains. Logan declares he is fit enough again for a swim while Parker and Mia join a group playing beach volleyball. Sienna and I are eager to work on our tan a little more. I grab my book to read some pages but then put it away. I am too curious.

"How was your evening, Sienna? I didn't see you and Mia again? Did you have fun?"

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Oh-oh, seems like our group partied a little too hard last evening :D I don't know about you, but since we only know Ava's perspective so far, I am really curious about what Sienna has to tell ^^ Please leave your opinion on this chapter for me, I would be very grateful =)

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