"Hello already. Shit." I patted the bed, trying to find the source of the noise and getting more and more agitated with my failure to make it stop. My head was pounding so hard that even the small amount of light filtering through my window left me dizzy. I pulled my pillow over my head and groaned as my door opened and someone came in and turned the phone off. "Damn. Are you trying to wake up the whole house?" Micah pulled the pillow from my face and smacked me in the side of the head with it. "Ouch! My head hurts," I barked loudly and ripped the pillow from his hands before launching it at him. "Get out." "No. Get up. You set your clock so you could go visit your dad, remember?" "How'd you know?" I turned onto my stomach and groaned loudly. "Because I helped you do it after you puked your guts out, man. Someone spiked several of the drinks last night, remember?" "Hell no, I don't remember." I ran my hands down my face as I sat up with the room spinning around me.
