Until The End

Nerves, Hangovers and Mail.

>>Troian's POV<<

"WAKE UPPPPP!" A woman's voice shouted, startling me and waking me up suddenly.

I groaned but opened my eyes slowly. I saw a woman standing in front of me, but I also saw Lucy and a few other strangers sleeping on the floor next to me, we were still in the club. I must've fell asleep or been knocked out by the amount of shots I had. I can't remember how many exactly but I know that I stopped counting after 7.

"I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY, THIS PLACE OPENS UP AT NOON, IT'S TWENTY TO!"

My eyes widened. SHIT. It was that late? I have a college tour in a days, I need to be prepared. Well, I think I WAS until I decided to go for a stupid drink.

"GET THE F*** UP, UNDER-AGED IDIOTS. PATHETIC!" I stood up, but I realised that Lucy was the only one still asleep, and the woman noticed. "GET UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!!!!!!!" She shouted so, loud this time, I felt as if she'd blow my freaking ears off.

Lucy stumbled and stood up straight away. "Oh my god! You scared me!" She put her hand to her heart, panting.

"Yeah, yeah, OUT, NOW!"

Everyone ran out straight away and when we were outside, lots of people were there seeing us look like messes. I mean, complete messes. Thank god Ashley wasn't he- Wait, where was Ashley? She didn't come back as far as I'm concerned after she went out to talk to Tyler. Then I thought, Tyler was being clinging, right? A real douche. What if he like, harassed Ashley or something? Maybe he hurt her?

My thoughts were interrupted by Lucy. "Oh my god..." I looked over at her and she had her hand over her mouth. "I think I'm gonna be sick..."

"Yeah, remember not to puke all over your new dress though."

"Wait, what's that on your dress?"

"Oh, bitch at the club." I clarify, rubbing my forehead.

"Gotta have them."

I giggle, "Yup."

"A club isn't complete," Lucy held a deep voice, pretending to be holding an invisible microphone, like a news presenter you would see on television. "Without a bi-" Something clogged her throat, making her gurgle a bit.
I rubbed her back, and looked away from her.

"Oh god." I announced. Then, puke splattered out of her mouth, the beigey, mixed with a sort of.. orange? I don't know. I covered my mouth, and then I soon smelt it so I then covered my nose.

I looked at Lucy who was bent over, holding her stomach. People on the street literally bolted to get away, phew it was gross. Lucy coughed at bit but I helped her stand fully.

"Okay, Luce..." I looked around and nobody was on the street except from a homeless man. Then, the woman came out from the club screaming at us and told us to clean it. "Go, go, go! Run!" 

We bolted, Well, I bolted, I had to kind of drag Lucy and my heels were really sore and I'm surprised I actually could run in them. I looked at my shoe and saw the sicky stuff on the side of it. "Oh for gods sake!"

We, (I) ran and ran and ran as fast as we (I) could. Dragging Lucy's body down the street with her feet scraping off of the ground. - Wait, that sounded wrong. I'm not a murderer guys, okay?

It was then that I saw bubbly flem pour slowly down Lucy's chin and on to her dress. "Well, you did a good job of keeping that clean!"

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"Okay, here's a wet cloth," Keegan placed a folded wet face cloth over my forehead. "Annnnnd, a bowl down here," He placed a clear big cooking bowl beside the sofa where I was laying. "Just in case." He smiled at me cheekily and I couldn't help but