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Chapter Three

I wake up to a pounding in my head, unmistakably the hangover kind of headache. I pull the covers over my head and shut my eyes tightly, in an attempt to block the incredibly rude rays of light that float into the room from the poorly closed curtains. While this helps, it's not long until the throbbing in my head worsens and I realise I desperately need painkillers before this gets worse. I groan to myself at the idea of leaving the safety of the bed.

"Jesus, my head fucking kills." I'm startled by the raspy voice right next to me.

"Tell me about it. Go get painkillers." I shove Lucia's arm, although with my lack of energy, it comes out as a soft nudge.

"You go get them, bitch! And water... I desperately need water." At the mention of the water, I'm suddenly aware of how dry my mouth is.

"It's your apartment, and you were the one that made me do all those shots!"

"Please! Don't pretend like you don't know where everything is, you helped me unpack! Forget it, I don't need them that badly." She rolls over, pulling the sheets over her head as she does, groaning through the motion.

"Could you suffer a bit quieter please?" I ask, holding my head in a futile attempt to lessen the pain. Unlike Lucia, I can't go without pain killers, so I unfortunately push the covers aside and head to the kitchen.

I wrap my arms around myself in an attempt to retain a bit of my body warmth through the booty shorts and vest that I'd slept in. Entering the kitchen, I grab two glasses and fill them with water, downing one before refilling it. I rifle through the drawer looking for any type of painkiller, and huff in dissatisfaction when I can't find any.

"Looking for these?" I jump half out of my skin at the presence of a person behind me. I spin quickly and place a hand over my heart to help it slow down.

"God, you scared the shit out of me!" Lexi's eyes beam in amusement. I then notice the pill bottle she's holding out to me. "You are a life saver!" I pop two pills, swallowing them quickly with my water.

Lexi watches me. "Head that bad?" A soft smile holds her features.

"I don't think I've drunk that much since college, but I think it's safe to say I definitely do not have the same tolerance." I lean my back against the counter, while she does the same on the island counter opposite me. "How are you feeling?"

"Well, I didn't do those shots you tried to convince me to, so I feel much better than you, I imagine." She smirks at me, and I feel my lips turn up. Her arms cross over her chest, a movement I catch myself watching. I realise that she does in fact look relatively normal. No dark marks under her eyes, her face soft but awake, her hair organised. I, on the other hand, I'm sure look like deaths dog.

"Technically, you should have done them, as payment for making me dance." I match her pose, arms crossing over my chest, with my own smirk.

"I don't know what you were so worried about, I think you're a great dancer." A laugh escapes my lips.

"I don't think we should really call it dancing... It was more like an awkward sway."

Lexi smiles along with me but shakes her head and drops her eyes to the floor. "You know, you should look around sometimes. Everyone in that room thought your dancing was really..." She pauses, searching for the right word. "Hot."

My eyes drop to the floor, my cheeks burn a new shade of red at her statement. "I think they were looking at you."

"Well, we can agree to disagree." Looking back at her eyes, I realise she'd moved closer and was in fact now standing right in front of me.