When Mia Grant woke up, she felt like her head was going to explode.
She didn't dare skip class again, so she quickly got ready and went with her roommate.
In the classroom, she sat in the back row, incessantly rubbing her temples.
Her head was so groggy. 'None of this information is getting into my brain!'
"I didn't do anything too outrageous after getting drunk yesterday, did I?"
She couldn't remember a thing.
Her roommate shook her head. "You were actually pretty quiet after you got drunk. You just kept sleeping."
"Oh, I'm so sorry for all the trouble. You even got me hangover medicine and got me back here!"
"We weren't the ones who brought you back."
"Huh?" Mia Grant stopped rubbing her temples. "It wasn't you?"
Her roommate helped her remember. "We were about to, but Ian Sinclair showed up before we could leave."
"Ian... Sinclair?"
Mia Grant blinked. She had no memory of it whatsoever.
"Are you sure it was Ian Sinclair?"
