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'Call up that chick 'n see if she's home'
The sun peeked through the baby pink curtains, casting slivers of light across the room, illuminating every nook of the room. Lilah stirred from her slumber, the remnants of a long night echoing in her mind like a broken record. Her head throbbed with every heartbeat, a reminder of too many drinks shared with friends and laughter that felt like a distant memory now.
As her eyelids fluttered open, a wave of nausea rushed over her, and she instinctively reached for the glass of water she had strategically placed on her nightstand. It felt like an oasis in her desert of regret. The aroma of Sarah's daisy perfume brought nausea to Lilah.
Groaning softly, she rolled over, trying to escape the bothersome light and the relentless pounding in her skull. Her once-bright plans for the day felt like unachievable goals. The party seemed like a glorious plan, but reality quickly set in, and she wasn't sure if she had the energy for breakfast, let alone the day.
"I swear I'll never do that again," she muttered to herself, curling into a ball under the blankets.
Her phone buzzed incessantly, lighting up with notifications from her group chat, filled with talk about JJ's reckless actions.
Lilah had decided to dodge the pogues at all cost since the fight. She didn't have time to deal with that. Her finals were coming up and she needed to focus on her school work.
Finally mustering the strength, she sat up, her world still swaying a little as she processed the scene around her. Clothes strewn about, empty cups lining the desk, remnants of snacks scattered on the floor—it looked like a tornado had swept through- she could practically see her mother coming in and yelling about her 'unlady like actions'. After the chaos of the night before, Sarah, Jess and Lilah returned to her room to debrief the events of the previous night. Taking a deep breath, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her feet meeting the cool floor, grounding her in reality.
With determination, she stumbled to the bathroom, splashing water on her face, the shock jolting her senses. "This is going to be a long day," she thought, regretting all those beers Rafe had offered her. Her reflections caught in the mirror showed a girl still glowing with youth but marked by the previous night's indulgences.
As she stared at her reflection, she knew one thing for certain: today would be a day of recovery, fueled by water, greasy food, and maybe a nap or two.
She thanked the gods above that her father was away on a business trip and her mother was in New York for fashion week so they couldn't see the state she was in. Her hair was in a loose bun on the back of her head and she had an old t-shirt on that hung around her shoulder.
