Beep . . . Beep . . . Beep . . . Beep . . .
I groan as an incessant slow beep makes my head feel like it's about to f*****g explode. Trying to open my eyes is painful. It's like they've had cement poured over them or something. When I finally get them open, it takes a few minutes before they adjust to the dim light of the room. I go to lift my head, and pain shoots from the side of it down my whole body, and I whimper and sit back again. Looking around the room, my jaw drops at the sleeping people scattered everywhere.
On the couch across the room is a guy who's way too tall for it. His legs hang over the arm, and his head looks uncomfortable, propped on the other arm. He's got dark hair styled in a combed-over mohawk with shaved sides. On the side of my bed closest to him is a sma
