I woke up with a pounding headache. What the hell happened last night . where did Ivy come from? Did she join us later? I thought she didn't like clubs based on her earlier reaction. I just hope I didn't embarrass myself in front of anyone. Though I don't think I was that drunk. I get out of bed and take a much-needed shower. I clean my room and take the empty soup plate downstairs to the kitchen, which reminds me to thank Storm. Because of her weird rag-ice thing, my fever is better.
I don't care , my ass . Despite my headache, I smiled, grateful for her thoughtfulness. I scrambled to dress in comfortable clothes. I didn't bother with anything fancy; she'd seen me at my worst last night. I just hope I didn't do anything worthy of jumping off a cliff. I grabbed my phone and a pack of Fruitella that I randomly saw, then shuffled out the door and across the road to her place, running a hand through my hair to tame the morning chaos. I couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity about what happened last night .I reached her door, and the guard let me in. I entered the house to see her descending the stairs.
"Top of the morning to you, Storm," I said with a smile.
She muttered a 'morning' with her usual expression-stone-cold face.
"Think quick," I said and threw her the candy. Her fast reflexes caught the candy. As she noticed what it was, she went through many emotions so quickly that it was hard to read through.
YOU ARE READING
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Romancea sunshine boy meets a broken girl --------------------- "ugh I hate packing " "I'll help " I shrug . "no , I'll do it on my own " she says checking the clothes on the hanger "but you hate packing " "I hate breathing too , I do that just fine "...