My Turn [𝐙𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐖 FF]

​ꜱɪx

Zee's POV

I woke up to the piercing light of the morning sun filtering through my blinds. My head pounded with the worst headache I could remember. I groaned, rubbing my temples as I tried to compose myself. As I looked around my room, a wave of confusion hit me. How did I get home last night?

Clutching my head, I tried to recall the events of the previous night. I remembered drinking at the bar, but the details were fuzzy. Faces and fragments of conversations floated in and out of my mind, but nothing concrete.

What the hell happened last night? I thought, wincing as the effort to remember made my headache worse. I was with the guys... and then...

I paused, a faint memory surfacing. I had kissed someone. The memory was hazy, blurred by alcohol, but it was there. Who was it?

I must have been really wasted, I thought, swinging my legs off the bed and planting my feet on the floor. I took a deep breath, hoping the fresh air would clear my mind, but the pounding in my head persisted.

I stood up, still unsteady, and stumbled towards the bathroom. Splashing cold water on my face, I stared at my reflection. I looked as bad as I felt—disheveled hair, dark circles under my eyes. I decided to wash myself to ease my hangover.

Back in my bedroom, still in my towel, I tried to recall what happened last night. My thoughts were interrupted by the incessant buzzing of my phone on the nightstand.

Max's name flashed on the screen. I answered the call, only to be greeted by Max's voice, raising hell.

"Zee! I've been calling you a hundred times! How much alcohol did you drink last night to end up like that?"

Still groggy and confused, I asked, "What are you talking about, Max?"

Max's voice softened a bit, but there was a sense of urgency. "Open your social media accounts. You'll find out."

I quickly ended the call, my fingers trembling as I navigated through the notifications on my phone. My phone was bombarded with thousands of notifications. Headlines blared my name alongside Nunew's.