My dad came home that morning at nine and immediately went to his room to crash. He said hello to everyone on his way there.

"Why is your dad in so late?" Lindsay asked, getting a cup of milk.

"He's a surgeon," I answered, stirring the skillet of eggs.

The lights were on dim and I had sunglasses on. There was coffee brewing in the pot. I was making eggs with Tabasco sauce in them to wake everyone up. I had read online it cured hangovers. Ellis was sitting on a barstool with her head on the granite countertop. McKynleigh was asleep in her chair. She let out a little snore. Hannah, apparently hangover-less was twirling around in her normal manner. Emily was doing her makeup and trying her best to cover the dark circles around her eyes. Lindsay was bobbing around offering to help me with the food.

The door opened and Damian walked in with the guys. They were all wearing sunglasses. "We brought coke. It's supposed to cure hangovers," Damian said.

Ellis walked up to him, grabbed the bottle and chugged it. She set it down on the counter. Everyone passed it around and drank some. Micky took a giant swig of it.

"Here," I said, "Have some eggs." I put all the eggs on a plate and gave everyone forks. I dug in.

Micky, Bryce and I had no problem with it. We were all from the south and Tabasco sauce had not affect on us. Damian went into a spasm, put his tongue under my faucet and glugged the water. "Damo," I said, holding a fork of eggs, "You want milk, not water." He ran to my fridge and chugged down the milk from the gallon jug. I smiled and ate my Tabasco eggs. Between the Tabasco eggs, coke, and endless amounts of pain medication we all got rid of our hangovers in a matter of hours.

At noon we ordered pizza, not wanting to go out to eat. Lindsay picked out a movie. We sat around the flat screen TV and watched Singin' in the Rain together.

I love the movie, but I took the time to observe everyone. Lindsay and Damian were sitting at opposite sides of the room, not want to associate. Still they kept glancing at each other. I guess things would be awkward between them.

Bryce and Emily were cuddled up to each other. No changes there.

Ellis looked extremely tired.

Hannah was looking fine with no hangover whatsoever.

Alex was watching the movie with intensity, it being his favorite.

Matheus was asleep on Cameron's lap.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Samuel glancing at me. I didn't know what he was on about. The way he stormed out last night meant something had to be up.

"I'm going for a walk," I said suddenly, "Anyone wanna come with?"

Damian nodded. I smiled and we left.

It was raining outside, just like the day before. Damian grabbed the black umbrella that I always left on my front porch. He held it above my head and we walked.

"What's up with you and Lindsay?" I asked, hoping he didn't get mad or anything.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." He said, "We haven't talked at all."

"I'm sorry, Damo," I said, "Anything I can do?"

"Could you possibly, maybe let it slip to Lindsay that I'm madly in love with her?"

I snorted. "Yeah," I said, "I can swing that." Damian hugged me. And we continued walking.

At around two we made it back to my house. I laughed when I walked inside. Alex and Lindsay were watching Singin in the Rain with my dad. They were explaining the plot to him in vivid description.

"Where's everyone?" Damo asked.

"Sleeping in various places," Alex answered quickly then shushing us.

I went into the back yard, Damian following behind me. Matheus, Emily and Cameron were asleep on the trampoline. It looked rather inviting. Damian and I climbed onto the trampoline I laid in between Matheus and Cameron. Damian laid next to Emily, looking uncomfortable. I fell asleep; I must've been more tired than I thought I was.

"What the Hell!" I heard someone yell. My eyes fluttered open and I realized where I was. Cameron's arm was around me and we were lying on the trampoline. I bolted up, waking him up in the process. I ran my hand through my rusty curls.

"Emily you idiot!" McKynleigh was holding her iPhone right in front of Emily's face. "Why the Hel did you think it was a good idea to put the pictures on Facebook? Maybe you don't have a future but I do! These pictures could ruin any possible chance of me getting into junior government! Delete them NOW!" Micky's short hair was sticking up at odd ends. She looked absolutely crazed. "NOW!" she repeated.

"But I look so cute!" Emily said, flipping her hair, "Look at this one!" She pointed to one of her and Bryce.

"EMILY I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T DELETE THESE DAMNED PICTURES I WILL SEVERLY INJURE YOU!" McKynleigh screamed at the beautiful Latino.

"I'll think about it," Emily said, flouncing off to find Bryce. McKynleigh made a noise of utter outrage.

"Come here," I said, patting the spot of trampoline next to me.

"Here look!" Micky said, handing me her iPhone. I flipped through the pictures, gasping.

There was one of me drinking, another of Cameron and I kissing, and another of me dancing like an idiot. Micky's were worse. There were at least three of her taking swigs of wine, on of her and Samuel kissing, and another of her black-out.

"Oh, Mick," I said, looking at her in horror, "Our school looks at our Facebooks!"

"I know," Micky said, on the verge of tears, "I'm class president!" Cameron patted her back as I finished looking through the pictures.

"Does everyone know?" Cameron asked.

"After that little outburst?" I said, "Everyone should know." But there were some people (teachers, parents, etc.) that we definitely didn't want to know.