I jumped up on the bed just to realize I was on the sofa with Sophia snoring on my lap. It was quite dark, but somewhat in between, I could tell it was morning. Yesterday's night, we drank a lot and forgot ourselves partying.
However, the worst part of a hangout is the after mass headache that would hit the victim the next morning, and I was the victim.
Immediately, a phone rang, adding to the banging in my head. My eyes flashed open as I realized it was my phone ringing. Steadily, I rubbed my temple as I tried to locate my phone on the nearby coffee table.
It was when I found the gadget that someone spoke in the dark, "You might want to pick that call, Miss." I was shocked to hear a male's voice when it was supposed to be just girls in the house. However, my brain became active when there was a flick of light at the corner of the room, it was lighting up a cigarette and from there I saw the person's face. It was the black hair that Sophia choose.
