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Vanessa's POV

"Our flight leaves by 12pm." Becca said, tossing a pillow at me. "Get your hangover ass up cos we have 1 hour and 30 minutes to get our ass at the airport"

"Like it's my fault that I'm in such condition" I groaned, using the pillow to over my face.

I guess you already understand what happened. So we went clubbing yesterday. I swear, it wasn't my idea. I just wanted to stay in the Jacuzzi all day but Rebecca had other plans.

I also didn't want to take shots but then we got challenged to beer pong and Rebecca AGAIN, didn't take it nicely and dragged me to beat them sri lanka niggas down. We won though but now I'm suffering the consequences. It's badddd. I'm even surprised I'm on my designated bed.

"Here's Advil" Becca said, tossing it on my body. "And water"

"Thank you." I muttered. "How are you even up and jumpy" I frowned, sitting up to take the pill

"Perks of having strong head." She winked