Nathan Kingston has been forgotten by the world. A dad that fucked off when he was young and a mother gone days at a time with work he feels alone. Especially since he goes to the most elite private school in the city on scholarship. He's falling do...
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Ivy Matthews
The pounding headache I have right now should be illegal. The dryness of my mouth should only be possible at the dentists.
Nathan has already left the bed as well as our room and from the sunlight streaming in from the windows that is killing my brain cells I'm guessing it's already pretty late in the morning and breakfast is downstairs. My stomach decides that moment is a perfect time to grumble so I get out of bed and throw on a pair of sleep shorts.
I go to reach for my phone on the nightstand so I can leave and I smile, looking at the Advil and glass of water Nathan must have left out for me this morning after he woke up. I swallow the pills and drink the rest of the water quickly, grabbing my phone and reacting with a heart to Dylan's photo she sent me of her with a beer on the cruise ship.
Exiting my door I see Jackson leaving his at the same time with his blonde hair sticking up in six directions, his clothes on backward and inside out, and deep bags under his eyes.
All in all, he looks very similar to how I'm feeling this morning.
When he sees me he jumps back in fear before regretting the quick movement and wincing, rubbing the back of his head that he clanged against the door.
"You and me both." I tell him and start making my way downstairs.
He only responds to my statement with a groan and starts trailing behind me on the stairs.
A bunch of questions run through my mind along the lines of Did we both really get that drunk last night? How many drinks did I have? Did I do anything so embarrassing that I shouldn't want to face my family right now? I don't remember anything after he came to the table with the first round of drinks and I took a selfie for Dylan before going out on the dance floor.
Everyone hears us as we pad into the kitchen while we're groaning and rubbing our eyes from the large windows in the kitchen but nobody says anything and the only acknowledgment I get is my sister giving me a wink with a sly smile.
Piling my plate high with bacon, scrambled eggs, a bagel, and some slices of cheese from the fridge I make myself the ultimate hangover cure; a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich on an everything bagel.
As I'm in the middle of my construction to becoming a normal human again my sister slides next to me with a mimosa in hand and whispers, "Did you have fun last night? Was the hangover worth it?"
I internally groan at her giggles and turn to her with a pouty face that means I want to drop it but she doesn't relent so I do, "I think I had fun, I don't really remember anything after we got there."
"I remember something that happened after that." She giggles again
"Oh god, what did I do?" I groan, wanting to bang my head against the counter if I knew it wouldn't hurt so bad.
