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My phone buzzed again, it was the fifth time this morning, I felt my head throbbing from the pain of my friend 'alcohol' over here. I groaned and lazily took the phone and answered without looking at it.

"Yeah?" I answered, my body lay flat on my queen-sized bed. I wiped some remnants of the saliva beside my lips.

"Y/n? It's me! It's me!" Someone squeal from the other side, I took the phone far away from my ear-hoping I didn't go deaf. As the phone was silent again, I slowly put it in my ear.

"Who?" I forgot, the hangover never subsided but deteriorated when someone's high pitch voice flowed mercilessly through my ear.

"Oh honey, you forgot already? It's Tate, the girl from Jonah's welcoming party yesterday, remember?"

Oh right, my rival. Just kidding. But am I? I bit my bottom lip and questioned my existence. I was happy to go home so I couldn't deal with her anymore, but there's a bonus that I wasn't warned! Woopie! I deeply exaggeratingly sighed, hoping she would understand that I don't have the mood to deal with her.

"Yeah, I remember." I massaged my temple as each second passed became so aggravating.

"It's already nine, you agreed on coming to the beach with us today..."

Right. I haven't told her, "How did you get my number again?"

"It doesn't matter, y/n. What matters is you agreed to come to the beach with us," she was being ecstatic about it but I wasn't. Not only she's annoying to the core but also a creep. I knew that brown eyes would do some crazy stunts like this. I was just being too denial about it.

"I told Jonah yesterday that I won't come to the beach tomorrow, I have a wholesome hangover." I lied and exaggeratedly groaned. "For short, I don't feel so good."

"Oh, that's too bad." Disappointment lingered on her tone, I smiled triumphantly and do a quiet squeal.

"Yeah, uh-huh.." I convinced. I coughed and groaned.

The silence grew between us, making me think that is she even there or did she ended the call rudely.

"Oh you should come, so the hangover would decrease."

Bitch, what?

I almost threw my phone out of frustration when I heard her dumb logic. Calm down, this is an uncultured woman who probably doesn't know about alcohol. "It doesn't work like that," I fakely chuckled.

"I need to rest." I bluntly said.

"You can rest on the beach, come on. Don't be a party pooper." She convinced, trying to pry my mind.

"No, I already told Jonah that I won't come, I thought he told you that." I was already at the peak of my patience. If she pushes me one more time, I'll lose my shit.

"Oh come on," She whined through the phone.

"Listen here you little b-" I cut myself off before I could even cuss at her, why do I need to lose my temper so easily? I cleared my throat and pretend that I didn't almost say the 'bitch' word. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

Deal with it.

"I- i just can't, okay? I need to rest." I calmly stated. I definitely need to rest, she tires the hell out of me.

"...Okay, Y/n. I'll tell the others."

"Thanks." I ended the call and threw my phone on the side. Hoping it won't vibrate again. I furrowed my eyebrows and wondered, 'how did she get my number?' Did someone give it to her? Or did, Jonah did? Stupid, Jonah doesn't have your number.