Chapter 19: Another Party, Another Problem
I wake up and stare at the ceiling. You know it's not a good sign when you don't remember how you got home. I sit up and instantly lay back down, my head pounding as if someone jackhammered it for ten hours straight. A sharp reminder of why I originally gave up drinking in high school. It’s also why I gave up Saz. I wince and glance at the time on my phone. Not late, but late enough that Mr. Fairweather will have something to complain about. I notice a glass of water and some aspirin sitting on my nightstand and smirk. Thanks, drunk Allie. Maybe you weren't that drunk after all.
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