Chapter 13: Hungover Beach Days

                                    

                                          
Song: Make You Mine
Artist: Fudasca
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♡Alyssa's P.O.V♡
I'm woken up by a pounding in my head. My mouth is so dry. I groan and bring my hands up to rub my forehead. I feel like shit, why did Blake let me drink so much.
"Oh, I was just about to wake you." Blake says, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. 
"I feel like shit." I grumble. I open my eyes and squint from the bright light already shining in through his dark blue curtains. 
"I thought you would." He chuckles, handing me a glass of water and something for my head.
"Thanks." I mutter, sitting up slowly, but the movement still sends a wave of dizziness. I slid the pill into my mouth and take a sip out of the cold water. Just what I needed.
"Why'd you let me drink so much?" I whine, rubbing my forehead once again.
He laughs, "that was your choice sweet cheeks. You continued after I said not to." 
"Well, that was stupid of me." I groan while he lets out another chuckle. 
"What time is it?" I ask, setting the now empty glass down on the nightstand. 
"Eleven thirty." He replies with a small smile.
"What! We have to get ready!" I say, tossing the blankets off of me and jumping out of his bed. Wow, that felt really fucking horrible. 
"I am." He laughs. I look him up and down and that's when I notice he's already dressed and ready to go. He has on a loose black t-shirt with a red rose on the front, paired with striped swim shorts with a mix of red, blue, and white.
"I can drive you to your house so you can get ready. I was up early and had time to get my car this morning." He adds. 
"Okay, thank you." I smile up at him. 
I grab my heels off the floor and my phone off his nightstand and follow him downstairs. He grabs his keys off the hook beside the door.
"Wait, I'm in your clothes." I say, looking down at what I'm wearing. 
"It's okay, I don't think you'd wanna wear what you wore last night." He says nonchalantly. 
"Wait why?" I ask, following him into his car. 
"Um someone spilled their drink on you." He informs me, starting the car. 
"What, who?" He looks over at me. 
"Sabrina." He says quietly. I put my seatbelt on and look out the passenger window. Of course. What did I ever do to her, she's been nothing but a bitch to me ever since we've known each other. I let out a huff of annoyance.
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Blake sits on my bed, leaning against the headboard, his gaze fixed on me with an amused glint in his eyes. I text both Olivia and Rachel letting them know that we might be a bit late but we're still coming. They were originally supposed to pick me up and the three of us would go together. We decided we could just meet them there since I would be getting a ride from Blake.
I search through my dresser drawers looking for a swimsuit and some shorts. I decide on a burgundy two piece bikini and a pair of black shorts. I rush to my closet searching for a shirt. 
Blake chuckles, disrupting the silence. "What takes so long to choose clothes?"
"It has to look nice, I can't just throw something on and have it look ugly." I say, sliding hangers across the metal bar.