(The dress above would be Jessica's. The person in the photo is not the person who plays Jessica. That role is played by Bridget Mendler.)-author
My head hurts like a bitch!
Everything hurts. My body is so sore for some god knows reason.
My head feels like its going to explode at any moment.
That's how I wake up on this bright and early morning.
I look at my body and I see bruises on my arms and legs and my face is hurting like crazy along with my throat.
What the hell happened last night?
And where the hell am I?
I look beside of me and I see Dylan laying on the floor.
Why is he here?
I need to get home.
As soon as I move I wince in pain that erupted in my head and my shoulder.
Why am I so sore?
Dylan stirs around and I hold my breath just waiting for him to wake up.
When he doesn't wake up I breath a sigh of relief.
I get up slowly and I tip toe my way to the door while still trying to ignore the throbbing in my head.
I get out of the room successfully and I make my way to get my friends along with the keys so I can get the hell out of here.
I still don't know where this bruise came from because I don't remember anything that happened last night.
I find my purse in a chair that's beside of the front door and I go to it and pull my phone out.
But how did it get into this chair?
Oh well, who cares?
I see that I have some missed messages from Caroline and Jessica.
Jessica's said in a drunken text message "Going HuMe wiTh danirl";[][=-"
Which translate to 'going home with Daniel.' She texted me this late last night so she is probably with him still.
Caroline's text said "Hey Em I'm taking Jackson home since he is way to drunk. But don't worry I drank a shit ton of water to sober me up. Oh and I put the keys in your purse. Bye Babe;)"
I still don't know why she calls me 'Babe;)'?
I look in my purse and see that the keys were actually there.
Okay well I'm leaving here. Maggie and Jess will drive themselves home.
I make my way through all of the trash and sleeping teenagers and I head out to the car.
Once I get inside the car I text Jessica saying "You are going to have to pick your car up at my place. Oh and bring all of our friends. I want to know what happened last night. <3"
I put my phone down and I drive to my house while still having a throbbing pain in my head.
After a while I make it to my house safely.
I open the door and I am greeted by complete and utter silence.
Thank god.
I make my way to my room as quietly as I possibly can.
I get to my room and I shut the door gently so I don't wake anyone up.
I go over to my dresser and I get some pajama shorts along with a tank top.
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