"Wait for a second... how did you know my name?!" I said, panicking! I didn't come here to meet people! I wanted to be alone, including people who would not know me. That's the plan!

"Hey, just chill, it's on your nametag or whatever," He quickly replied as he suddenly looked at my three empty glasses of tequila.

"What? You don't drink?" My one brow raised at him in curiosity. He suddenly chuckled as he shook his head.

"No, I love my liver, you know?" My eyes widened in total shock as I let out a soft laugh. Okay, I didn't see that coming!

"You're lying!" I accused because if that's the case, he's not hot anymore!

"No, I'm not." He laughingly said.

"Wait, why am I talking to you again?" I rolled my eyes at him as I started to put my things back in my mini bag.

"You're drunk. You're not an alcoholic person, are you?" I suddenly glared at him.

"I'm a drinker person! I'm not a weakling! I'm a rockstar!" I said while pointing at myself. Do I look like a crazy person right now? Uh, I don't care.

"Okay, let's go now, rockstar roomie, or whatever you wanna be." Okay, that made me laugh. I hit his chest, and I don't care if it was hard or not. I'm not a puncher! Am I? Oh, God! Am I drunk? But I only drink three glasses of it!

I suddenly held my forehead as I felt a headache. I probably start to practice not to yell at my thoughts. It's so awful. I think I'm going to die or something.

I just closed my eyes and drifted to wonderland. I think I'm in heaven or hell because I'm not that good as a person? Come on, give me some slack. I suffered too. I'm only human. Is that not acceptable to be accepted in heaven? Where did I go wrong?

When I opened my eyes, it was so bright and saw a man who has a gorgeous face. His face is an angel. Oooh, he's an angel. Is he?

"Are you God?" I asked him, "Are you going to take me? Because I'm a good girl, you know? I'm overqualified to be in heaven!" He suddenly laughed hard. Why is he laughing?

"What the hell?" He whispered, but I still heard it! Hell? Is he Satan? Well, he's a hot Satan then.

"Don't take me, Satan, I'm a rockstar, I mean, good girl or whatever," I quickly said, which makes him laughed even more.

"Seriously, what the hell are you saying?" He asked again, and this time, he's not laughing anymore, "Are you okay?" I just stared at him, not answering.

"You better be okay because you gave me a hell of a night last night." He looked at me as if he's not happy with what I did to him, which I don't even remember what it is.

I looked around, and I just realized that we're in our room. I sat down as I leaned against my headboard while I held my forehead.

"Holly Molly, hangover! Ugh!" I winced like a child as I looked under the blanket, and I sighed when I'm still wearing my clothes on. Well, somehow he's a good guy. "Is it already morning?"

"Yep, stop making faces. You looked grumpy." He said while looking at my face with disgust. And that makes him a bad guy in my story. How dare he looked at me like that.

"I don't care, get the hell out of here," I said, glaring at him. He chuckled as he shook his head in disbelief. He stood up and went to his bed and sat there, still looking at me like I'm a poor thing.

"I won't go anywhere. I'm your God, remember?" He said mockingly. He's probably trying not to laugh.

I gritted my teeth in so much annoyance as I get one of my pillows and quickly throw it on him, but he only catches it while laughing as if he was enjoying it.

"Thanks," He said as he raised my pillow and hugged it. Damn this bastard!

"Ugh! You holly molly!" I hissed as I stood up and looked for my things. I stink, I need a shower. I picked up my towel as I get my clothes with me and walked to the bathroom, but before I could even go there, my hot roomie suddenly speaks up.

"You want some accompany there?" I rolled my eyes as I faced him.

"Shut up, holly molly," I told him with so much hate as I turned my back at him. I only heard him laughing, and it's so annoying!

I took a quick shower because I don't want to waste another minute of my life. When I came out of the bathroom, he's already gone. I looked around, and I didn't saw him.

I finally can breathe out without seeing him. It's already humiliation for calling him a God and Satan. God, where did I all get that?

I sat down at my bed as I put out my laptop and cellphone to check some emails or text messages.

"Woah, she got some load sponsor, does she?" I whispered to myself while scrolling at my cellphone. There are 106 missed calls from my sister, and there's only one text from her.

From: Holly Molly (CRAZY SISTER)

GO HOME NOW AMANDA VANESSA CARSON!

Don't get me wrong. Holly Molly is not her name. I only call them a holly molly when they are so annoying. That's their nickname. They earned it.

I also got a message from Sean. Isn't he busy with his patients? It's a big shock from him to contact me after all those years that he didn't bother to do. I get that he's busy and all, but a single hi won't hurt you. Right?

From: Sean (JERK FROM THE PAST)

Hi Ava. How are you doing? When are you coming home? Can we go out sometime? Just let me make it up to you, okay? Please reply as soon as you can.

I sighed as I stared at his message for minutes. I missed my old friend, but I love myself more. I don't want to stick in the past, you know? I've already moved on to this issue. I don't want to go back.

To: Sean (JERK FROM THE PAST)

I'm not coming back.