#Chapter119
Waking Up Late
I woke up with one of the worst hangovers I have ever had. /"Why?/" I whined to myself. Pulling back the blankets, I notice that I am in my bed which isn't that shocking. I always seem to get home no matter how much I drink. What is shocking is that I am in my pajamas. I don’t remember putting them on. I do remember Max carrying me out of the club though and if he is the one that changed my clothes, /"I will kill him,/" I finish my thought out loud.
/"Ivy?/" I hear Gia’s voice before my door opens. /"Good. You are up,/" she smiles wide at me. I groan and ask her to stop yelling. /"Breakfast is almost over and everyone is wondering where you are./"
/"I said to stop yelling,/" I whisper at her. My head is pounding. Gia laughs and runs toward me bed jumping on it. And now I’m going to be sick. /"Please,/" I beg her, /"calm down./"