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149 Hangover Regrets (Jayden)
| wake up with a pounding headache that swearsoff drinking forever. The sunlight is stabbing through the
curtains like a knife, and | groan, pulling the covers over my head. My mouth is fully carpeted, and | must have
swallowed sandpaper.
| roll over and the bed is empty. Wait. My hazy mind is slowly piecing things together. This isn't Winona's
bedroom, it's mine.
Someone has put my body through a meat grinder, I'm certain. But that's not the worst of it-no, the worst part is
the memories flashing back of that argument, bringing with them a fresh wave of regret.
Last night, well early this morning, was a disaster. | can still see the hurt in Winona's eyes, hear the venom in our
voices as we ripped into each other. The alcohol didn't help, but that's no excuse.
| let my temper get the best of me, and now I'll pay the price.
Wow. Maybe | should just lay here all day. | mean, | could. The extra sleep will dogood. But my eyes pop
open and | know there's not chance ofgoing back to sleep.
| force myself out of bed, wincing as the room spins. | shuffle to the bathroom, splash cold water on my face, and
stare at the reflection of a man who's clearly had better days. My eyes are bloodshot, my hair's a mess, and |
look like I've been hit by a truck. Perfect. Just perfect.
| need to clear my head. Work. Work always helped when my personal life needed to be drowned out. I'll go to
the office, dive into sdeals, and maybe, just maybe, | can stop thinking about how badly | screwed up last
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Maybe | can work out how to fix this.
My stomach rumbles but it isn't from hunger. I'm sure I'm going to lose whatever is down there anytsoon. |
head out the door anyway. Work will help clear my head.
When | get to the office, I'm not feeling much better. Lucky | have a driver. It's Saturday, so the place should be
dead. But as | walk down the hall, | spot Lance in his office, hunched over his laptop with a scowl.
"Maybe I've died, and this is Heaven?" | say as Lance has never been one for working weekends no matter how
much | begged him before. "What are you doing here apart from givinga heart attack to find you working on
a weekend?" | ask, leaning against the doorframe. Lance doesn't even look up. "I was bored."
"That level of boredom doesn't exist in your universe. Seriously, though, what are you doing here on a Saturday?
Shouldn't you be managing your hangover with Lisa?"
Lance finally glances up, his expression dark. "Lisa's too busy with Phillip these days. So, | figured, why not bury
myself in work? Seems to work for you."
| raise an eyebrow, stepping into the room. "Jealous, are we?"
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He snorts. "I don't do jealous."
"Maybe you should. You and Lisa have been together a lot lately."
Lance shrugs, playing it off. "Who cares? I'm here, working, Instead of drinking myself into a stupor, so that's got
to count for something, right?"
"Or you're just avoiding dealing with your shit," | say, crossing my arms. "Which, if I'm being honest, is classic
Lance."
"You're one to talk. I'm guessing you're here because you did your usual 'I'm totally butt hurt by your comment’
and stormed out."
"I didn't storm out," | protest, but then | go and sit in the chair opposite him. "Okay, there was a little storming
out involved." I admit.
Lance laughs, leaning back in his chair. "Sure, a little. Letguess, Winona told the truth and, instead of
manning up, you bolted like a scared rabbit."
| glare at him, not in the mood for his shit. "You know what, Lance? Screw you." | stand up again and the chair
almost topples backwards. "Thave work to do."
"| rest my case. Here you go again."
"Who died and made you the world's best fucking psycho-analyst?"
Lance rolls his eyes. "You are very fragile today.
"You are very close to getting punched."
"Make the first one a good one because we all know you never get a second." He grins.
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"Why does the world hateso much today? Can't you just be at hrepunishing your liver?"
"Sorry to interrupt your running away."
"I'm not running away," | snapped. "I'm giving her tto cool off."
"Bullshit," he counters, leaning forward. "You're avoiding the hard conversation because you don't want to face
the fact that she's right. Spill, what did you argue about? | thought you two were about to go at it like horny
rabbits." | grit my teeth, the headache throbbing in twith my anger. "She's bringing up Ashlyn like I'm the
goddamn villain in all of this."
Lance stares at me, unblinkion "Newsflash, Jayden: in Winona's eyes, you kinda are. You knocked boots
with Ashlyn while Winona was out of the picture."
"But
"And yeah, | know, you thought you were in love." He rolls his eyes. "...and Ashlyn was all over you, trying to trap
you with a baby: Blah, blah, blah."
He stares atas if daringto argue when | stay quiet, he continues.
"Winona doesn't care about the excuses. You and Ashlyn had mad monkey sex together, Winona and
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Phillip never had sex and that's a tough pill to swallow,
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