ARIA'S POV
So this was what hell felt like. I was scared to move, everything hurt. There was a constant throbbing in my head, and my body felt as though I was lying under a hundred bricks. Was I dead ?
I counted to ten in my head to regain composure and forced my eyes open. Bad idea. The sunlight streaming through the large french windows hit my eyes and I quickly shut them close again, pulling the sheets over my head. With a groan I rolled over to my side.
"Mornin sleepy head. I got you some peppermint tea, the best cure for hangovers.", Alina's voice pierced my ears.
"Stop talking", I managed to grumble.
"But its your first hangover. We need to celebrate!", she giggled as she got into the sheets with me.
"Your parents found out you got drunk last night. Boy, are you in trouble", she said nonchalantly.
Holy shit. My eyes shots open and I bolted straight up.
"WHAT ?? HOW ?? OH MY GOD DO THEY KNOW I SLEPT OVER LAST NIGHT.????", I yelled in her face. My parents, especially my mom, were strictly against drinking. And staying out all night. I was going to be grounded for the rest of my life.
"Jesus Ari chill I was just kidding. Mum called them last night and said you'd fallen asleep here and would go back home after breakfast", she said holding her head.
"No I'm leaving right away Ali, I feel like shit and I need to get out of this dress. I feel suffocated.", I groaned as I tried standing up.
"I understand. But use my mouthwash, you don't want your parents smelling the vodka on your breath", she said with a laugh.
"Alright. Who let me drink anyway", I grumbled under my breath as a wobbled towards the bathroom. As I wiped my face with a towel I tried to recall the happenings of last night. My head hurt too much to think.
I hugged Alina goodbye and stepped out into the hallway. Just as I was walking to the front door, it flew open and he stepped in. Ryan. His name was stored at the back of my mind. He walked past me without even a glance. For some reason that stung. I shook my head and let myself out.
Only after I stepped out and the gust of cold wind hit me did I remember how he carried me to Ali's room last night.
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