Chapter 295. Best Buddy

Chantel Aeden Revia

The room is far too bright. My head is throbbing, and I believe I'm- I spring up from my bed and scramble to the toilet. I emptied my stomach several times; I had no idea Veronica was holding my hair back.

"What the fuck happened last night?" I murmur as I huddle up against the chilly restroom floor. It is calming.

"Apparently, there was alcohol in your meal. You did not take it well," Veronica explains.

"Yeah, no shit."

"Come on. Get up."

Rather than getting up, I simply place my head on her lap. She chuckles as her hands tangle in my hair.

"So long for straight hair," I chuckle.

"Can I help you straighten it if you want?"

"No, I want to curl up and die."

She whacks my arm and says, "Do not say that."

"Ow! Do not do that," I cry out.

"Do not be a baby. Come on, get up. We—you have got stuff to