I'm editing this while watching Just Add Water 🧜🏽♀️
"
Fucking hell," I groaned, waking up with the worst headache of my life. I reached over to the nightstand and downed the glass of water that was standing there.
A few more seconds awake and all the events of last night came rushing back, making my headache much worse. I groaned again.
The blinds were shut but through the slits I could see that the sun was already up. The other beds were empty and I could hear the girls' voices chatting outside the bedroom door.
With a sigh I got up and dressed, popped a painkiller and went into the kitchen. The girls were having breakfast, or rather brunch. It was already past 11.30 am.
"Hey, girl," Greta chirped when she spotted me, handing me an avocado toast she had just prepared, "how are you feeling? We thought we'd let you sleep in after- how many shots did you drink last night? Eight?"
"Mhm," I mumbled and took a bite of the life-saving sandwich as I sat down next to Marina.
"So?" she asked, full of expectation. I looked at her confused.
"She wants to know if anything happened with Mr. hot Surfer guy," Ally helped me understand, sliding a mug with steaming coffee over to me.
I cleared my throat and blushed remembering our kiss last night. I had a strange feeling in my stomach at the memory of his hands on my hips and his lips moving against mine.
"No, of course not," I lied in a panic, "I only remember bits and pieces, too. I was pretty drunk."
Why did I lie? Usually I tell them everything, I was never dishonest about something this big. But I was mortified at the thought of how I had thrown myself at him. Apart from that, the reality was that I had cheated on my boyfriend.
Instinctively, I checked my phone for a message from him.
But he hadn't texted me back since I had let him know that we had arrived safely in our vacation apartment four days ago. I groaned once again.
He was ghosting me and it wasn't the first time in the past seven months. Things hadn't been going so well between us for a while, which was why Ally thought he was cheating on me. I believed it was just a rough patch and had talked to him several times to try and shake things up a little, find our spark again, but nothing really had changed.
Now this happened. This holiday didn't go at all as I had planned.
"Okay," Marina said, her tone suspicious because she probably had noticed my nervousness, "but you're going to surf with him today, right?"
That. Just for a moment I had forgotten about the surf lesson. I definitely couldn't go anymore, not under these circumstances.
"Absolutely not," I replied, returning her astonished look with a determined expression.
"Why not?" Ally asked, her words resonating with incomprehension.
"I just don't want to. He's an insufferable guy that is too sure of himself and his good looks," I said indignantly, "also, he hasn't even apologised to Marina for being a total dick at the beach."
"So you do think he's good looking?" Marina asked teasingly, ignoring everything else I had mentioned.
"That's beside the point," I noted, rolling my eyes, "I'm not going. I want to spend the day with you at the beach."
