- Max's POV
- "Aww!" I whined as she threw a wet towel straight to my face, her face scrunched into nothing but annoyance as she marches her way inside my room, a tray of what seem to be a hangover soup on her hands.
- "You deserve it. Who told you to drink until you're close to shitting the house? What are you - some heartbroken girl? Oh wait, you are," she grinned before putting down the tray on my bedside table.