3. 'Chips' ?

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3. 'Chips'?


When Tom dropped me back at home I took a shower to wash most of the smell off. I brushed Lily aside when she tried to question what happened, and I shut my bedroom door firmly.


There were 4 new messages on my phone, two were from Tom and Jay, laughing at my state of affairs, and one was from Matt:


How was party? – 11:23pm (Matt)


The fourth was from an unknown number proven to be Anna. How the hell did she get my number? People always found a way to get my number.


Hey, it's Anna. Sorry for 2night. Maybe it was for best. Speak when sober X – 11:41pm (Unknown)


I didn't reply. I was in such a pissed off mood that I would probably say something I would regret. It was also getting on toward midnight, so I ditched the towel around my waist and clambered into bed. First I had to wait for the anger to subside, but then I was feeling sleepy, and I soon dozed off.


When I woke up the next morning I instantly knew I had the mother of all hangovers. My head was screaming, and my throat felt like sandpaper. Lily had seen it all before, and coaxed water down me at the breakfast table.


"I saw the state of your t-shirt last night," she chuckled, her blue eyes twinkling mischievously "was that your sick?"


"Funnily enough; no," I rasped.


"Say no more," she giggled "anyway you're on your own tonight, I'm going to the cinema with Michael."


Michael. Was this date number forty-three? She found someone new every week, and none ever stuck.


"I can leave some money so you can get a pizza?" She offered


"Whatever," I answered, I wasn't in the kind of mood to be thinking about food.


I popped some pain relief tablets and made my way back onto my bed. I had 2 new messages on my phone:


Heard about last night off T. Haha! – 9:33am (Matt)


Yeah, it didn't seem so funny to me. The other one was off Tom:


Hangover? ;) me too. Want to do some shit later 2night? – 9:37am (Tom)


I wasn't exactly sure what 'some shit' was, but I certainly wasn't up for it. Saturdays were recovery days, especially after Friday nights of last night's stature. I managed to doze off again through the day, and I awoke early afternoon, feeling a lot better.


"I'm going out now," Lily popped her head around my door as I had arisen from my snooze.


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