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2: Announcements.

Cassidy winced as soon as her eyes were open. Her head felt like a group of tiny goblins had crawled inside and decided to poke her with several sharp sticks every time she moved.

I'm never drinking again, she swore to herself for the fifth time in the space of a few months.

She turned her head to the figure that slept next to her. Holding her breath, she reached out and carefully pulled the covers down. As the person's face was slowly revealed, Cassidy felt her stomach knot. She felt guilty for betraying her heart and sleeping with someone whilst it still beat for Jamie.

"Oh my-"

"Morning Cassidy."

"What the hell are you doing here?" Cassidy snapped. "I thought.."

Amy smirked when Cassidy stopped mid-sentence. "You thought what?"

Cassidy didn't answer. Instead, she got out of her bed and dragged her hungover ass over to her wooden wardrobe so she could cover herself appropriately.

"You didn't do anything with that guy." Amy began. "Well, other than suck his face off."

Cassidy didn't bother hiding the look of relief that graced her face. "I didn't?" She asked, glancing at her awful reflection in the mirrored door of her wardrobe.

"No. He gave you his number and Maci kept topping you up on cocktails. You ended up so drunk that I had to come home with you."

"Oh." Cassidy would have blushed if she hadn't have been in the same situation many times before.

Since they turned eighteen, every member of the trio has had to look after another. They had wiped up each other's vomit, stopped each other from stripping in public, dragged each other up from the floor that they had fallen asleep on, and stopped each other from hitting on the taxi driver that took them home.

Remembering the stories that the girls usually told her after she was the drunk one made her cringe. "How bad was I?"

"You were fine, all you did was moan about Jamie not talking to you. When we got back here I had to stop you from phoning him and shouting at him for not speaking to you all day." Amy giggled at the memory.

At the end of the night she had to wrap her hands around her friend's waist and use her own body to drag her friend's. Cassidy fought against her with a lot of strength, but as soon as Amy had managed to drag her into the bedroom she was snoring.

"You really like him, don't you?" Amy asked nervously. She wasn't sure if Cassidy was ready to admit it yet.

"I just think he's hot, that's all." Cassidy didn't hesitate to answer this time. "He's the kind of person you wanna be able to say you've slept with, even if it was only the once, just because he seems too perfect to ever touch. He already mentioned that he's not into settling down so no, I don't like him. I can't like him when I know what he's like with girls."

Amy said nothing. Cassidy might have pulled her over sized jumper over her head as she answered the question, but that didn't stop Amy from seeing the sad expression on her face. She knew that Cassidy was somewhat telling the truth, but she also knew that - even though she shouldn't like him when she knew what he was like - she did like him.

"My head is slowly killing me off." Cassidy moaned, getting back in to bed with her best friend. "This hangover sucks."

It wasn't the hangover that was messing with her head though, it was the mixed thoughts and feelings about Jamie that were slowly killing her off. She was keeping that little fact to herself, assuming that - because he had ignored her for so long - she would never see him anyway.