Chapter 12

Lyra

"Ugh, are you guys going to wake up or... Oh, you're already awake," the bartender who I recognized from last night said as she walked into the room, and I winced from how intense my hangover was.

"Fuck!"

"I know right, you had a lot to drink last night." She walked towards the other side of the bed where the guy was and slapped him across the thigh. "Get the fuck up, Greg. I have to be in school in an hour."

"Ugh!" The guy groaned, sitting up on the bed, and she sighed.

"Gosh, you both are a sore sight."

She walked out of the bedroom again, throwing over her shoulders. "You both have overstayed your welcome, so..."

I was pretty confused and disoriented.

Who was the lady?

Where was I?

And who was the gay-looking guy?

Sorry for the stereotype, but you can't tell me he was straight with all the nail polish he had on his fingers, black by the way, and the amount of rings he had on.

His hair was dyed, his outfit bright, and his eyes were glassy when they turned on me.

"And you are?"