Wish You Were Sober

5

I wake up, no raging headaches or sore eyes.

I felt like shit still, though.

I pull the covers over my head, trying to tune out the sound of my phone announcing an incoming call.

I groan softly, picking it up after the third attempt, not caring to look at the caller ID, "What?"

"What did you do?" I pull the phone away to see August's name on my screen, "Grey won't get up and I have a feeling it was your doing, seeing as I didn't see you do your walk of shame this morning."

I sigh, "We had a falling out last night, I thought he had blocked it out, seeing as he was completely shitfaced when it happened... but I guess not."

I did feel a bit bad... I didn't know he really cared about me.

"Well I hope you're able to get your ass over here soon because I don't wanna have to drag you here myself."

Before I could respond, I notice that he hung up.

I tighten the comforter around my body a bit tighter.