(ZIGGY'S POV) *****SUNDAY MORNING IN THE RESORT*****
I woke up with a slight throbbing pain in my head. I turn around to find the room empty. It seems that I'm the last one to wake up. Last night I slept beside Cloe. Actually, I slept remembering her in my arms, or is that just a dream or just an alcohol's effect? If it is then, that's maybe why alcoholics are addicted to it. I wonder, since it's my first time to drink liquor, I make sure not to; I make sure to be free from vices to keep myself healthy for the sake of my ambition to be a good basketball player.
I got up, stretched my body before I went out of the room. Everyone is busy packing their things, I looked around, but Cloe's isn't there. Maybe she hit the pool and had an early dip.
"Good morning, guys!" I utter loudly to get their attention.
