Zen is the richest and undisputedly, the most popular guy in high school. He is considered very handsome- heart shaped face, with a boyish hairstyle, his dark fringe reaching his eyebrows. His soft sea-green eyes often twinkling with a charm. He’s got fanclubs comprising both guys and girls. And everyone knows that his father is a billionaire business tycoon Sir Edmund, his elusive introverted sister is highly trained in Japanese assassin type martial arts, and… Zen is dating a super pretty dancer named Ameree, whose brother Amon is his best friend. Zen is in the basketball team, and although his skills aren’t the best, (Amon is the best) he is the bball captain thanks to his great people-skills, humour, and well, he’s a very chill and relaxed guy. Rather humble too, despite his extravagantly wealthy background.

Zen lay in his king sized bed. What time was it? He checked his watch- Oh my it was almost 3pm in the afternoon. His head was spinning. He was still in his outside clubbing clothes from the previous night, a long sleeved white tshirt, and ripped, metal studded black jeans with a chain on. His silver earrings, necklace, rings, and bracelets were still on. It took half a minute to realise his tummy was dreadfully sick. The nausea rose and hit like a stack of bricks. Clamping on his mouth with a hand, he threw off his blanket and bolted to the toilet. He retched loudly, a few times but unproductively. On his fourth dry heave a small mix of bile and mucus came up. He hung his head over the toilet and closed his eyes. His head still spinning from the hangover. Feeling terrible, he continued to retch and cough.

Just then, Ameree entered the room. “Hi baby! Your housemaid Edna said you’ll be needing these but i don’t know what she meant but here you- oh. Are you okayy?” She placed the medicine bottles Edna had passed to her on his table and hurried to where Zen was. The toilet door was half open. “Yeah- I- Huuckkkk” Ameree placed her cool hand on his forehead “My baby… you’ll feel better soon..”

After 25 minutes, Zen came out of the toilet, showered. He looked snug and comfortable wearing a grey sweatshirt and khaki bermudas. Slumping into his armchair, he closed his eyes and used his herbal medicated nasal stick. Ameree sat opposite on his bed, preoccupied with her phone. They had slept in Zen’s bedroom the previous night after partying but she was not hungover so she had woken up early, showered and had spent the early afternoon at Zen’s place at the garden below the airwell, doing some readings on her laptop. Zen took his medicine the one that Edna had given. “Baby” he said. Ameree looked up, “yes, feeling better honey?” “I’m hungry” he said. “Oh lunch today was so delicious- your head chef Andrew prepared some foie gras and caviar pasta!” said Ameree. “Hmm” said Zen. “I feel like Burger King babe.”