SHAYLA'S P.O.V
It was four in the afternoon. Everyone who had partied last night had a hangover. We had somehow crawled back to our cars and had returned to our respective houses. Bryan and I had stumbled back to our house at six in the morning, and had gone straight for breakfast. Baba had shot us a questioning glance and I had blurted out "Caira's big project party". Thankfully, he had believed it, and we had sat there, while sweet Diana made me eat as many pancakes I could stuff in my stomach. Zeke kept glaring at us, and Bryan had accidentally on purpose kicked him from under the table.
"Oh, sorry, just had more to drink than what I had
