The Popularity Project

{21}Princess

Picture of: Princess (You'll find out who she is in this chapter)

Sieara's POV:

I rubbed my eyes tiredly whilst stretching my arms causing them to let out a crack sound. I winced at the noise before fluttering my eyes open.

I took in the familiar cream coloured ceiling of my room before turning to my side.

A figure was lying next to me, shaking my shoulders violently. I rubbed my eyes to see if I was dreaming before opening them again.

"Hey Sleeping Binbag!" The person smiled.

I screamed loudly when I noticed the figure was real and still lying beside me. On my bed.

"My ears!! Are you trying to deafen me or something?" The oddly familiar voice yelled, glaring at me before raising their attention back to the TV.

Lucy. It was just friggin' Lucy.

"Well, have you ever heard of a personal bubble space?" I hissed, covering my mouth as I let out a yawn.

"Actually I have." She replies cooly, crossing her arms.

"Good. What are you doing here anyways?" I asked propping myself up with my elbows.

Shiznit, that hurt! My head started thumping. It was like someone was continuously hitting my head with a drum stick. Scratch that, it felt like ten gigantic Wok saucepans.

I held my head in pain, before letting it fall back onto my pillow.

"Hangover. I don't feel the slightest bit sorry for you since its your own fault. And to answer you're previous question it's already 9:45 so I decided to come over." She explained, with a shrug.

Well thanks a lot. I was almost certain she was supposed to be a caring best friend, who's supposed to help me instead of giving me a heart attack when I wake. A nice breakfast in bed was needed. But no. Instead I get Lucy. No offence Luce.

"Thanks a lot bestie!" I huffed, rolling my eyes in the process "What day is it?" I added turning to face the TV.

Pretty Little Liars. Of course.

"It's Saturday! How much did you have to drink, child?" Lucy exclaimed "1,2,3,4,5,6,7-" she asked flicking a finger up at every digit said.

"I don't even recall drinking yesterday! Actually for that matter what the hell happened yesterday?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

And then it hit me. She just said it was Saturday. Freaking Saturday!

"Wait you woke me up at 9:45 on a friggin' Sat-ur-day?" I hissed, squinting my eyes furiously at her.

"Yeah! That's quite late. I mean you can't get up when the day is about to end!" Lucy smirked, watching my reaction with amusement.

Bullshiz! The day has hardly even started!

"Late? Women, you knew I would have a hangover yet you make no intention of letting me sleep longer?" I asked, watching her slowly nod her head.

"Oh, you better run b*tch!" I smirked, as she scurried off the bed.

"Don't kill me!" She smirked, playing along.

"I'm too tired and my head hurts so get yourself back here and tell me what the hell happened yesterday!" I demanded, pointing to the empty spot next to me.

"Chill dude! Plus all I know is what Dylan told me yesterday." She exclaimed, hopping back onto her previous spot on the bed causing the bed to dip beside me.