@notfreddykruger
Thought we were doing a wake and bake
I smirk, shaking my head as I type out a reply.
@wanderkind
Gotta fix things with H
Also hungover AF
Kruger annoyed me when he said I should just have been straight with Haven about my mother’s call…but a few shots later I realized he was right.
I shouldn’t have been so fucking defensive, but Jesus, last night’s call floored me. Not just that Sharon finally deigned to contact me after all the shit that’s gone down the past couple ofweeks…but that she had the motherfucking audacity to invite me todinner?
The Uber driver gives me a weird look in the mirror when I snort out loud.
Fucking family dinner.
As if.
@notfreddykruger
What happened last night bro
@wanderkind
Was going to ask u the same thing
I remember the bar. Way too many shots. Someone suggesting we move the party to Kruger’s frat house. And then…waking up on his couch with my shoes.
Fuck.
@notfreddykruger
Who was the guy in the alley?
What guy? What alley? Jesus, did I get into a fight? Is itbloodunder my fingernails?
I’m about to text back when my phone dies.
“Everything okay, man?”
I look in the rearview mirror, frowning. “What?”
The Uber driver glances down a side street before meeting my eyes. “You get in a fight or something?” His eyes drop to my throat.
I shift to the middle of the backseat, lifting my chin so I can catch sight of my neck in the rearview.
JesusfuckingChrist, Haven.
I chuckle. “Yeah, uh, it’s not what it looks like.”
The Uber driver twitches an eyebrow and murmurs, “Whatever you say, buddy.”
I stroke my skin, shaking my head as I stare at the bruises on my neck. When did she get so strong? Then again, she had her hands on my throat for a while. Maybe that counts for something.
I’m strangely proud of the bruises.
