I was thankful that I was one of those rare people who didn’t get hangovers. Well, I did, but not the normal hangover that included a headache, dry mouth, and vomiting. I just felt heavy.
“Damn. Where are the keys to my car, Ver? Ver!”
I groaned when I felt Beth shaking me.
“Lemme ’lone,” I mumbled.
“I’m listing all the reasons in my head why I shouldn’t stab you,” Kara growled at Beth.
Why wouldn’t they shut up? I burrowed deeper under the covers.
“I have to borrow a shirt from you, Kar,” Beth insisted.
I heard a thud.
“Ow. Shit,” Beth cursed.
Kara must have thrown something at her.
“You’re going to be sorry,” Beth warned.
Something hard hit my face. “Ow!”
“I’m so sorry, Ver! That was supposed to be for Kar!”
“Please feel free to shut the fuck up,” Kara barked.
“I’m shutting the fuck up once I get my shit together. Ver, where are my fucking keys?”
Her keys? I think I left them on the living room table.
“Li’ing room, ee’think,” I mumbled.
I heard her moving around, cursing and then cursing some more. “Your clothes are for five-year-olds with no tits, Kar. I can’t fit into any of your shirts!”
Kara moaned. “I am surrounded by bitches with huge tits. Why can’t I just have a little more, God, why? Even lemons are good enough, but I have grapes!”
I snorted. I heard Beth laughing. “See you later, bitches!” she yelled. The door slammed behind her, and then finally, thank God, silence. Just as I was about to fall asleep again, I heard Kara’s phone ring.
“Goddamnsumbitchmothafuck!”
She groped for her phone, and I thought she was going to kill whoever was calling. I was surprised when she answered in a sweet—if groggy—voice. “Hello? Who’s this? No way. How did you get my number? Oh, of course. Hold on.” She turned to me, holding out her phone. “It’s Caleb.”
“What?” Frowning, I wiggled my arms out from under the blanket and pressed the phone to my ear.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Red.”
Caleb sounded so chirpy in the morning. I could already see his sunny smile and cheerful green eyes laughing at me. His hair was probably still wet and combed back from the shower—until it dried, at which point it would be all over the place.
I smiled. “Hey, Caleb.”
Kara was poking my back and making small excited noises behind me.
“Do you need a ride?”
“Huh?” I propped myself up with my elbow, flicking the hair off my face.