CHAPTER 10: 𓆩⟡𓆪

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I wake up with the world's worst hangover on Saturday afternoon.

When I manage to catch a glimpse of my alarm clock, it reads 2:38 pm back to me.

I'm glad my mam is at work today because she would've forced me awake by 9:00.

I groan softly, tossing around in my bed and bringing one hand up to rub my aching forehead.

I don't even remember how I got home last night or what I did after walking up the stairs to the bathroom. Did I end up using the bathroom, anyway? I don't know.

I know I must've kissed someone because my lips taste faintly of strawberry lip balm.

Maybe last night Pierce decided to apologize to me for the shit he did, and we kissed after he put on chapstick.

I shift around in bed again, my head pounding.

Fuck, I need to take something.

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After taking some pills for my headache, making myself breakfast, and showering, I feel much better. Tired, but better.

I start thinking about last night, trying to backtrack and remember what went down.

I told Feely I needed to use the bathroom.

I walked through a crowd of people.

I went up the stairs and saw a flash of ginger hair.

Oh.

Well, fuck.

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