I’m on my stomach. I check to make sure I actually have clothes on, and thank fuck, I do.
Did Mads go to jail last night?
Shit, I need to wake up and see what’s going on.
I sit up on my elbows and grab my phone, almost immediately regretting the decision when I see the texts across the screen. A couple from Zeb. One from Reed. And finally, two from my dad.
DAD
Bonnie. Call me.
It’s urgent.
I slam my face into the pillow again, grunting at the weight of life trying to invade my little bubble of bliss. Why now? Why does this have to be happening now?
My head smacks into a rough corner of something beneath the pillow, and I reach under it to find a small red box with a yellow bow wrapped around it.What the hell?
I hesitantly tug on the ribbon, letting it fall around it as I reach for the lid, and when I open it, I see a note on top.
Watch your drinks.
The next person who tries it won’t be this lucky.
The smiley face symbol on the paper makes me want to hurl. She was there. She was at the club last night. Why didn’t I—
Fingernails.
Fingernails.
There arefingernailsin the fucking box.
I shove it off of my bed so quickly that it flies out of my bunk and smacks Reed on his head as he’s walking by.
“What the—oh fucking—gross!Dude! Are these—”
I scramble out of the bed and grapple for the box and the bloody nails scattered on the carpet. “Shut up!” I hiss, hoping to fuck Zeb isn’t in earshot.
“What the hell, Bon?” Reed asks as he crouches down to help me. “Whose nails am I picking up right now? This is really fucking gross—”
“I don’t know,” I say fast. “I don’t know, I don’t remember shit about last night. Well—besides Mads going to jail.”
“Yeah, I think everyone remembers that—Who sent you this?Why is someone in our bus putting a box of fingernails in your bed?! Wait. Was ither?Was she there last night?”
He peers at me with wide eyes as we stand together.
He’s the only one who knows about my stalker so far.
“I don’t…” The note is clenched in my fist, and I quickly stuff it into the box. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s from her,” I admit.
“Was that a note? What did it say?”
“Yeah,” I answer solemnly. “It just says ‘if someone else touches your pussy, I’ll put their fingernails in a box, too,’” I lie about what the note says.
Though, I don’t know why I’m lying.
“Oh shit. That’s pretty fucking hardcore,” he says, sitting down on the couch and grabbing his pipe. “I didn’t think you came home with anyone though.”
“I have no fucking clue,” I say tiredly.
