SAMUEL WOKE UP to a throbbing and aching head.
He should stop drinking.
"Fuck," He clutches his head, blindly searching for his phone which was ringing loudly. He was able to find his phone on the floor, near the bathroom's rug. "Who is this?"
"Vincent!"
It was Amethyst. He didn't know initially what to feel about getting a call from the girl so early in the morning.
But he does know that Amethyst's loud voice did nothing to ease his bad headache. "Ame, why did you call?"
"Are you busy?"
Samuel glances at his messy bed and at his reflection in the mirror that showcased his disarrayed appearance. "Yes,"
"At so early in the morning?" He could almost see the dubious look on her face. "What did I tell you about lessening your workload--"
"Ame," The boy cuts her off. He wasn't in the mood to listen to another one of her scoldings. "I'm a college student, I'm supposed to be busy,"
