Bad Boy Hemmings ➸ Sequel

8.

My hand wrapped around the small cup of coffee for dear life as I stood there, probably looking homeless, trying to stay awake.

No matter how upset I get, I never want to consume another ounce of alcohol, even if it means forgetting Luke for a split second.

My phone started blasting Amayah's familiar ring tone throughout the cold house, my body jumping from shock.

"H-Hello." I mumbled as I set my coffee down.

"Hey, how are you doing today?" Her cheerful and caring voice rang through the reciver.

I laughed bitterly. "I'm hung over."

"Ah! It still develops happiness!" Amayah cheered.

I rolled my eyes, although she couldn't see me, and scoffed. "I'm not a robot."

"We'll you've been in sad mode for weeks Nevaeh!" She whined.

"Yeah, okay." I scoffed, even though I knew it was one hundred percent true.

"So, why are you so hung over? I can hear, the bags under your eyes." She joked.

"Ugh, let's not. I want to at least stay out of bed for the rest of the day." I mumbled, walking from the kitchen to the couch where my blanket lay, waiting for my arrival.

"Well I bet there are pictures of you with the guy you where with last night online." I could hear the smirk on her lips as she spoke, her American accent thick.

"What? How do you know I was with a guy? And why would there be pictures?" I huffed, crossing my leg over the other.

"Your Luke a Hemmings ex girlfriend, hello!" She yelled.

"Whatever, I have to go, bye."

"No Nevaeh, don't-" I hung up, not wanting nor caring about what she had to say.