Chapter 8: hangovers and missing memories

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I woke up to hear the most disturbing sound I had ever heard,

I tried to ignore it but it just wouldn't stop. I had a massive headache and the ground felt as if it was spinning I let out a huge groan as the disturbing noise once again made it's presence known.

but where was it coming from?

I got out of bed and followed the sound to find that it was the loud vibrating of my phone, I looked at the number to find the person under the name contact "sexy beast" calling me with a total of

8 missed calls

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"Hello" I said

"How are you holding up" said the deep voice

"Why are you talking so loud" I scorned

"You have a hangover" he said

"No shit" I said with a hint of sarcasm

"Open the front door" he said

"Why" I groaned

"Because if you don't then I'll have to kick it open and I don't think anyone would benefit from that" he said

I groaned as I made my way down the stairs to open the door

"You look terrible" he said

"Gee thank you so much" I said sarcastically

"I brought you some pain killers"
He said as I snached them from his hands

"What are you doing here" I said

"Checking up on you" he said

I raised an eyebrow

"You were a mess last night" he said

"I can't remember anything" I replied

"I think that's for the best" he said

"What happened last night?" I said

"Just get dressed" he said

"For what? Why aren't you answering my question?" I said

"It's your first day of school today, do you want a ride or not?" He said

"From you? No way" I said

"Fine, suit yourself" he said as he walked out the door.

Shit the first day of school and I have a hangover! This is great.

I took the painkillers and proceeded to get dressed in a white cropped top paired with some black knee ripped high wasted jeans, black boots, and a leather jacket.

I then proceeded to curl the ends of my hair and apply a full face of makeup at the best of my ability.

When I finished, I went down stairs and drank some coffee to help my headache and threw some extra pain killers and water to carry around in my bag. With everything set, I hopped on my motorcycle and went on my way.

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