"It really is a shame that such a pretty face is about to get so fucked up." I say as I run my finger down his jawline.
"Even more so that it was wasted on an asshole like you." I add.
"Feel free to sit on it anytime you want, Tesoro." He replies.
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Satan himself as witness, I am never drinking or getting high ever again.
Good thing Satan supports lying since that was obviously an over-exaggerated statement.
I check the digital clock on the bedside table. It's 3:30pm by the time I roll out of bed and go to leave my room.
I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose as I walk over to my door, my headache so bad that I think my head will explode.
"Ow, fuck." I curse when I miss the door, accidentally walking into the wall.
Thank god no one was around to see that.
I walk out of my room and to the kitchen in hope of finding some painkillers. When I reach the kitchen, I see Alina and Roman conversing. They stop talking and turn to face me as I enter.
"Fun night?" Alina asks.
I groan.
"You look like horse shit." Roman adds.
I give him an unimpressed look.
"Panadol. Now." I rub my temples, trying to sooth the throbbing in my head.
Alina passes me the bottle of tablets. I immediately twist off the cap and dry swallow two.
Just then, Enzo also enters the kitchen. It's only when I see him that I remember what I said last night. I groan again.
"Still feeling great?" He asks.
"Shhh. Shut mouth hole." I put my hand up to him.
I go back to my room to brush my teeth and hair, shower and get changed.
The hot water helps with my whole body aching and buy the time I'm done getting ready, the headache has subsided to a more manageable intensity.
I leave my room again to go get something to eat. On my way back to the kitchen, I accidentally bump into a woman. She turns to face me with a scowl on her face.
She has long fiery red hair, freckles litter her nose and fan across her cheeks. Her skin is tan and I can tell that it's from the sun and not from a bottle, and she has bright blue eyes, not icy like mine but more like the colour of the ocean. She's maybe two inches shorter than me and her full lips are turned down in a frown as she looks at me.
