I woke up with the worst headache ever. A night with paula walnuts equaled a morning with Mr. hangover. I really wasn’t feeling this at all.

I turn my attention to the door hearing it creak open. Ashley peeks her head through and waits for my permission to enter my room. I muster up enough energy to waive her over to me. Not really feeling up to moving too much this morning.

“how are you feeling this morning?” she asks me with concerned eyes

“urggghhhh” is all I can say, I think that’s sufficient enough

“haha I’ll take that to mean you feel like shit and hopefully Paula won’t be coming around anytime soon?” she says smiling at me

“no little sis, paula def kicked my ass last night. I don’t remember shit.” I honestly don’t. I don’t even remember how I got home.

“hmmm so you don’t remember anything at all? Like nothing?” she asks raising her eyebrow

Sigh. “no ash I don’t remember a thing, why? Should I?” suddenly starting to gain some curiousity

“you’re telling me you have no idea about your little hook up last night zoe?” damn it didn’t I just tell her no? I have a elephant sized headache and she is asking me about my memory? I don’t like this

“no ashley I already told you I don’t remember a thing, I didn’t even no I hooked up with someone.” Damn it paula, what have you gotten me into

“shit zoey, you really fucked up then. I was gunna rub it in your face but you’re in some serious shit.”

“ash will you just shut up and tell me what’s going on. Like really it would help a lot.” I don’t have the patience for 21 questions and a riddle this morning.

“zoe, last night you were fucked up, like paula walnuts times ten. After the cops broke the party up, me and spencer went looking for you… I found you in bed wit uhmm… Rachel..” what the fuck!!!

“NO! no you didn’t I swear you didn’t, it had to be somebody else ash. Why the fuck would I fuck her, she is like satan’s skanky spawn and I would NEVER do that to spencer.” Shit spencer. I’m screwed