Waking up in a dizzy state and a pounding headache on a Monday wasn't really the best way to start my morning. I couldn't even remember how long I had stayed at the club or even how I managed to get myself back to the hotel.
It felt weird because I knew that the date hadn't been that bad and that it hadn't required me to drink myself under the table. The only comfort I found with my pounding headache and the concerning amount of blank spaces in my memories was that I hadn't brought someone back with me. The side next to me was empty and the mattress was kind of cold. There wasn't any other sound coming from the hotel room. The only sound that told me that more people were awake was the sound of light running in the corridor with childish laughter.
I groaned as I laid back down on my bed and closed my eyes. The light was hurting my eyes but I was not fully awake yet to have the energy to go up and close the blinds.
The notification sound from my phone sounded loudly to my ears. I mindlessly patted my hand over the bed table next to me to feel where my phone lay. After searching for what felt like five minutes after my phone with closed eyes and a clumsy hand, I finally found it. I grabbed my phone and pulled it closer to my face, squinting my eyes as I tried to read the notification.
[ MESSAGES: 34 unread messages 10m ago ]
"What the fuck?" I whispered to myself. "34 missed messages?" I asked myself in disbelief. It didn't even say who the messages were from, meaning I would have to unlock my phone and actually go onto messages to read them all. Especially if the messages are from my family and best friends.
"Might as well just wake up now," I muttered. I might as well just walk over to my suitcase and try to find my packages of Ibuprofen and Alvedon to try and calm down my pounding headache.
I stood up from my bed, dropped my phone on it, and walked over to the corner where my suitcase lay open. I sat down on the floor and opened the little pocket my suitcase had where I knew I had placed the painkillers. I closed the pocket after I picked up the two packages and stood from the floor.
I threw the packages onto the bed before I walked to the bathroom to grab one of the glasses and fill it with water. I took the glass with me as I walked back to the bed and opened each package to take out one Ibuprofen and one Alvedon. I quickly swallowed the pills with the help of water before I placed the now empty glass on the bedside table.
Pling.
I let out a sigh as I rubbed my eyes. Probably another text message from one of the many people I knew.
"No need to drag this out," I muttered to myself as I grabbed my phone and unlocked it.
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iMessage
06:29
Papa 🐻
Darling, I know these latest news aren't the best but drinking your problems away won't really make the problems go away.
Please text me when you have woken up and fixed your hangover.
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iMessage
07:23
Mama ^
Been there and done that, I hope your hangover is treating you well 🤣
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iMessage
08:21
Lucette 🎾
Sis, next time you want to get drunk, make sure no one sees you being absolutely hammered 🤡
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iMessage
08:32
Avaluna 📈 📉
Tatiana Florencia Castiello, what the actual fuck is wrong with you? How could you be so fucking irresponsible?!
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iMessage
The Big Three
Apollo's runaway lover
(sent a link)
Girl, what the hell?? You looked like shit?? What is going on man?
Dora the explorer
Man, I just read the article and omg the picture? You look like you lost touch with reality and entered La La Land instead.
What made you wanna drink your problems away?
There's like a really huge scandal rn and people are out for your blood 🙃
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iMessage
09:49
Maxie 🥺
Tia, I hope you got home alright
Have you read the article yet? If you haven't then don't you'll be fine without knowing about it too.
I hope Charles managed to take care of you.
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iMessage
10:15
Pretty Boy 🤧
I hope you slept well and that your hangover is bearable
We should talk more and get to know each other, text me when you have woken up and are coherent enough to hold a decent conversation.
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I sighed as I read through all the messages. I decided to change Charles' name on my phone from Pretty Boy to just Charles. I don't think it would be good for me nor would it be fair to Alexandra if I had her guy's name as pretty boy in my contacts.
I prayed that none of them had the read option on. I wouldn't be able to deal with them all. Especially not when it comes to Avaluna. God, she could be such an insensitive bitch sometimes.
Isn't it funny that out of everyone it mostly seemed like my mother was the only one that really wasn't talking about a new scandal I've found myself involved with nor was she asking why I had been drinking myself under the table. In fact, she was the only one who seemed to be able to relate somehow to problems I apparently have that I myself don't know about.
Another notification went off on my phone making me sigh as I checked to see what it was about.
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[ Messages: 00 XX XXX XX XX ]
[ I have talked with Casimir. I feel like it's time I speak out about your fucked up behaviour. XOXO Gossip Girl. ]
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"What the fuck." I whispered. What is going on? Who is this person? I only know about a few people who would be able to talk with Casimir. And I don't like thinking about who this person could be. They could be anyone. Especially since Casimir only likes to interact with people he feels would give him some advantages or benefits within the entertainment circle.
Fuck Gossip Girl. Makes me wonder if I am Serena or Blair. Or maybe I am Jenny, the one everyone seems to dislike.
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