XAVIER'S POV
Was Hazel hitting my head again to wake me up?
Or was Olivia playing her drums?
God! Why does my head feel like someone's banging it. I try to open my eyes but the sun rays that flow in through the window didn't let me.
Was the sun always this bright?
Why is Olivia still playing her drums?
"I'm up Olivia! I'm up! Please stop playi-"
Olivia wasn't here.
Nor was Hazel.
Memories from last night came flooding back.
The party, Ophelia, Blondie, getting drunk, Ophelia, the conversation in the car.
Oh god! I told Ophelia about Nicole. That's exactly why I never drank. I could handle the nicotine. But not the alcohol.
The worst part about drinking wasn't the headache or the foul taste in my mouth.
It was never that.
Alcohol didn't make me forget. I never forget anything that happens when I get drunk.
I remember.
Everything.
