The following morning, I woke up with the worst hangover. I grunted as I turned over and buried my face on the pillow. What on Earth happened last night? I couldn't remember much. I sighed to myself and started to get ready for school. I kept pacing and biting my nails, I am still trying to boggle my head on what happened. Maybe I said something or did something. I groaned out in frustration. Well, whatever! I have to get ready or I'm going to be late.
Hurriedly bathing and getting dressed, I peeked out of my door to make sure Damien wasn't around. I tiptoed to the living room and threw myself on the floor when he came out of his room. I hid by the couch and I was looking under just so I could see if it was safe to walk away. As soon as he was already busy preparing his morning coffee, I
