A Daughter Will Have Traits Similar To Her Mother's

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AVA

My head was spinning like a nonstop merry-go-round ride when I woke up. Every muscle in my body ached. I'd say my whole body needed additional rest, but the thing is, I could barely close my eyes, and it was already one in the afternoon.

I yawned in bed and tried to make myself useful. Fatigue shouldn't keep me down for an entire day. The thought of wasting hours I could be having fun ignites some strength in me, and I push myself up.

In the toilet, I spend what could be thirty minutes sitting under the rainfall shower.

The cold water felt good against my skin, but I had to block my ears with my hands as the sound of the rushing water splattering against the ground became extra and harsh, increasing my headache ten times terrible than it already is.

What I can recollect from last night is Leigh and Princeton Claire having a good evening while I pathetically watch from across the table, then me getting enough of it after realising no amount of alcohol could help my jealousy; I left the table and exited Paris Las Vegas to get some air. Still, Leigh didn't let that happen. He followed after me, trying to stop me from going with Lucas.

Bloody hell. How did Lucas get into the plot?

Did I follow him? Did we?

Oh my goodness! There is no way I possibly have given out my virginity to Lucas Nelson without my consent, right? Well, without my awareness because that's the last thing I will do when fully conscious.

Then some more memory landed in my head.

I called him my boyfriend.

The thought and fear of terrible mistakes and decisions I might have made last night got my stomach churning and nausea rising to my throat.

Instantly, I crawl from the shower to the toilet, swing open the lid, and throw out everything in my stomach that's nothing but pure liquid.

I will be so dehydrated today.

Exhaustedly leaning back against the wall of the spacious toilet with droopy eyelids and excessive breathing, irritating my headache, I began to recall more from last night.

Lucas parked by Rem's bungalow. Rem is a senior and the striker of the school soccer team. He's competitive and had the features of a champion; his hair was always gorgeous, which confuses the rest of the team how he maintained such a healthy style.

"What's happening here?" I asked Lucas. I was half alive by the passenger side of the vehicle. All I needed at the time was quiet and a night of good sleep.

Maybe I should've made him drive me back to eagle hills, I even thought.

"Come on." He smiles adorably and climbs out of the car.

He didn't bring me to a party, did he? I had thought.

I emerge from the car reluctantly, feeling like shit after the liquor I took into my system.

"I don't want to party, Lucas," I whine, barely standing on my feet.

It's the last thing I need at that moment after having witnessed the person I've maintained myself for wanting someone else. Someone so impeccable, I can never compete.

"Is not something too much, is just a backyard camping, and almost everyone is here." Lucas has said and pulled me into his arm for support.

"Camping?" I looked over at him with quizzical eyes.

He smiled so cutely and held me firmly.

"I made Rem, shop your tea and everything. Our tent is set up. If you want privacy, it's provided." He listed playful, leading us toward the entrance to the house.

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