Chapter 11

Maya's P.O.V

Being my second night in a row that I'm unable to sleep, I'm surprised I even had the energy to stay up after tonight's hectic event. By the time we stepped foot into our room, Leah immediately jumped onto the bed and passed out. Meanwhile, I'm sitting on the couch and having a quarter-life crisis about a boy that I barely even knew. What the fuck was wrong with me?

It was almost three in the morning when we got back, which meant I had no more than three hours of sleep before we had to get up for breakfast. There was no point in sleeping, especially when I had the urge to throw up every fifteen minutes.

I go to the toilet to check myself in the mirror. Unlike how I looked like when I left the place, my hair was bundled up on one side of my head, and mascara was streaking down my face.

I decided to take a shower to wash off the nasty scent of alcohol and people, which I thought would be the first step in solving my problems. After a good fifteen minutes of drowning myself