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*beep*
*beep*
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My arm swings out and knocks the blaring alarm off the table, sending it flying towards the wall with a smash. Groaning, I push my face into my pillow and snuggle deeper into the covers. There's a throbbing in my head and my throat feels clogged up.
Peeling my heavy eye lids open, I try to blink the sleep away. My eyes focus on my reflection in the mirror of a wardrobe.
Since when did I have a mirror in the room—not to mention an alarm?
Then I remember about that party I went to with Jayda last night. We were at this club in the city, Dancing, laughing, drinking....everything else seems kinda of foggy.
I silently study my face and I look like a hungover clown..
My brown hair is frizzed up in a bird's nest, my lipstick is smudged across my face, black stains of mascara around my eyes make me look like a panda.
Not the ideal after party look.
I lay back in the bed and stare at the ceiling. Where the heck am I? Suddenly, something moves next to me. A body shifts under the covers taking most of the blankets with it.
I roll my eyes, that has to be Jayda. I place a hand on her and shake.
"Jayda," I croak. "Jayda get up!"
I sit up, ignoring the sharp pain in my head and crawl towards her.
"Jayda Emerson Hart. Get your ass up right now!" I hiss and shake her harder.
A low moan is all I get in reply and she refuses to move, pulling her head further under the covers.
I lean over and grip the blankets to pull. Just then, the cover slips off me and I'm in my underwear only. Where's my dress? I'll worry about that later.
I hold onto the covers and pull them off Jayda.
"Get up!" I said tugging at the blankets. "We need to get going!"
I'll be in big trouble if I'm not back at school before the morning call. I manage to get the covers off the top of her head. Am I still drunk or did she dye her hair brown last night?
Minutes pass by as she refuses to let go off her death grip on the blankets.
I let go and take a deep breathe to calm myself. I am too hung over to deal with this right now.
