How Ironic It Is...

"Ugh..."

Frey groggily opened her eyes. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand then looked at the girl sleeping beside her.

'Ah... Angeal.'

The girl was still asleep as she embraced Frey like her favorite pillow. From above her head, she saw her phone, got it, then looked at the time. It was already 6AM in the morning.

Frey slowly sat up and saw the other girls who were still asleep. She saw Ava at the other side of the floor, sleeping beside Dharvey. The bed was completely empty when she looked behind her, making Frey roll her eyes.

'And Gwen had really chosen to sleep on the bed and leave the drunk guests on the floor...'

When Frey abruptly moved her head, she winced. She felt her head aching, throbbing... like she was having a migraine early in the morning.

'Ugh... is this what they call a hangover?'

"Hey."