CHAPTER 42: Not So Drunk
Zack P.O.V
I woke up when my phone buzzed for the hundredth time. Groaning, I moved my hand to pick the phone and the next second, my eyes almost bulged out of their sockets looking at the 25 miss calls from Skylee and 100th miss calls of Eric, like for real.
It would be a lie if I said I didn't panic when I noticed my not-so-good surroundings. I was on a bed with an unfamiliar ceiling and if my mind was working right, then I was still in one of the rooms of that party house. My panic increased when, especially, I noticed a warm feeling beside me, yelling at me that there was someone with me on the bed.
Oh goodness, please tell me I haven't done anything stupid. Please, nothing scandalous again. My Dad would roast me alive like a grilled chicken. And Rosalyn would throw me in a black hole. Oh God, please, save me.