NOAH'S POV

My head felt like a marching band was stomping through it. I groaned, pressing my palm to my forehead as I blinked against the sunlight pouring through the large glass doors. Okay, it's official....alcohol is not for me. Ever again. Just two damn glasses and it feels like my brain's been spun in a blender.

Bits and pieces of the night flashed behind my eyelids. Playing that stupid truth-or-dare game, laughing way too hard with Penny and Nathan... then feeling overwhelmed and going ...