(CLOE'S POV)
"Ouch!"
I winced over the throbbing pain in my head. This must be what a hangover feels like. My stomach feels so empty. It's grumbling while at the same time I want to puke. I look around to find Ziggy. I know he was here last night. I can still remember him holding me. I want to talk to him last night too, but I feel so sleepy.
Maybe, he's just downstairs preparing breakfast for sure. Val is right, and I should give Ziggy a chance to explain. I should hear him before judging him. Even though I saw him with her many times, it doesn't mean that he is cheating on me. Even though he dances with her, it doesn't mean he won't be dancing with me again. Even though she hugged her in the mall, maybe it just a friendly hug, and that kiss, that trending kiss, well, it's a kissing booth, anyway.
It's painful to see though, and it's more painful not to be Ziggy. It's more painful not to know his reason.
