By the time I'm walking up the stairs, I hear the metal bottom of the bar stool scrape across the floor of the kitchen, and I all but sprint up the remainder of the stairs and crash into my room, shutting the door behind me.
Feeling mortified, I slink over to the bed, throwing myself on it face-first, groaning.
The feel of my phone vibrating against my covers has me patting around with my hands until my fingers connect with it. I roll over, looking at the screen, expecting to see another message in the group chat, or possibly one from my sister. What I don't expect is a message from the devil.
Satan:
Have you rethought your answer to my proposition?
Alicia:
My answer is still no.
Huffing, I throw my phone back on the bed and stare up at the ceiling.
When my phone vibrates again, I'm ready to tear Lenny's head off, but when I pick it up, I see it's a message from Jess in the group chat.
Jess:
Lissa, you've been awfully quiet since you've been home…
Sophia:
Maybe she's tied to the bed again
Rory:
Or she's followed along with Jess's idea and is currently getting dicked down
Sophia:
As much as I'd love that for her, I don't want to think of my brother doing that to her
Laughing at their messages, I roll back onto my stomach and start typing a response before they make more assumptions.
Alicia:
Certainly not getting dicked down, and thankfully I'm not chained to a bed again.
I did however try out Jess's suggestion, and I'm mortified. Will never be doing that again
Jess:
Oh no, what happened?
Sophia:
Was he a dick to you?
Alicia:
He didn't even acknowledge me…
A few seconds after I press send, Jess starts calling, and I instantly answer.
"Please don't tell me you're calling to give me some more of your bright ideas," I groan.
"Nope, I'm here to suggest the same one," she says.
