@bssweetgirl
Ho to your juice
Lord Almighty, what is up with my thumbs? And why is autocorrect being a douche? Scratch that, what’s up with my freakingeyesight? The harder I blink to focus, the blurrier the screen becomes.
The app beeps with a new message and I try my best to read it, but it’s just a smear.
I’m getting dizzy fighting the pain killers. My mouth cotton-dry. I roll over, but I don’t see water on the nightstand.
Great. I doubt I’m going to make it all the way to the bathroom.
That’s when I spot the bleary silhouette of what might just be a water bottle on Melissa’s night stand. It’s only a few feet way, but it feels like I’m at the starting line of a fucking Iron Man.
You got this Haven. You?—
I fall out of bed with a grunt and lie there as I wait for the world to stop spinning.
This…may have been a mistake.
Behind me, my phone pings with a new notification. I couldn’t reach it if I tried. I roll onto my stomach and leopard crawl toward Melissa’s side of the room.
I’m not sure how far I get, and I don’t even care that I don’t make it.
I’m fucking grinning when the world goes dark.
Fuckingfinally.
Tally-ho bitches!
Haven out!
Chapter 33
Bastian
I park in the shadow cast by my Land Rover, glancing up at GAZ’s first-floor windows. All but the last is shut, and I stare at it through my windshield like I stand a snowball’s chance of not exiting this fucking car.
My phone pings with a new notification.
@parker.melissa
In class
But I’m Haven’s first class on a Tuesday, so that clears up exactly fuck-all. I read the message I sent Melissa, in case I wasn’t fucking clear.
@rooke.bastian
Is Haven Lee with you? She’s not answering her phone.
If only Haven would answer her damn phone.
I’ve been ringing her for over half an hour since receiving her cryptic message.
Pills?
Could be anything from MDMA to Adderall.
It’s Tuesday fucking morning, but popping molly during the week isn’t exactly uncommon, even for sorority girls. Haven has already proved that she can’t withstand peer pressure.
