Ifrowned.
She raised an eyebrow. “Do you have a concussion orsomething?”
“No.”
“Well, then, you must remember you saved my baby’shand.”
“Oh.” I nibbled on my bottom lip. “Is it still…functional?”
“Uh-huh. They’ve stapled his skin. The nerves and tendons areregenerating.”
My stomach flipped at the mention of staplingflesh.
“Anyway, we’re all going out to play some pool and grab a couplebeers.”
I released my lip. “And you’re invitingme?”
“No. I came to give you a play-by-play of my evening to make you jealous.” She rolled her brown eyes. “Of course I’m inviting you! Scratch that. I’m here totakeyou.”
“I don’t really feel like goingout.”
“You’re alive. And clean. You’re going out, so getdressed.”
I furrowed my forehead. My hair was still wet, and I hadn’t had time to file my nails down—that last part felt superficiallyimportant.
“We’ll wait for you in thecar.”
“Amanda—”
She tsked. “Would you rather we all come to you?” She snuck a look behind me at my bedroom. “Might get a tad crowded inhere.”
I blanched. “You’rejoking.”
“I never joke.” Even though one side of her mouth was pulled up in a smile, her eyes were deathlyserious.
I sighed. “Fine.”
“You got tenminutes.”
“What happens in tenminutes?”
“I send Matt to lug you out of yourbedroom.”
The girl was not only crazy bossy but also mercurial. A week ago, she wanted me to stay away fromherboys, and now she was forcing me to spend time with them. Since I was a little worried she’d throw a party in my bedroom, I finally accepted. “Fine. I’ll getready.”
After I shut the door, I tried pulling on a pair of jeans, but the simple act of tugging them on felt like rubbing my legs with sandpaper, so I settled on leggings and a t-shirt. Wearing a bra was out of the question, but my nipples weren’ttoovisible—I hoped. Okay, they were a little noticeable, but one really had tolook.
Hopefully no one would. They’d all surely gotten enough eyefuls onSaturday.
OhGod…
And Liam had carried meback…
Oh great freakingGod.
Trying to stifle my embarrassment, I swiped mascara over my eyelashes and red gloss over my lips, ran a brush through my damp hair, then filed my finger and toenails to the quick. I grabbed my bag, my phone—which Evelyn must’ve plugged in for me—and my room key. As I made my way down the corridor, I checked my messages. Found five fromAugust.
Ness?
