If love was Strange

obbing, and it

up, feeling my neck crack, and o

over her face, making her look like a tipsy panda. I pro

so bright it almost blinds me. "Oops," I say to myself, trying not to wake up my best friend. I attempt to wake up

t up. I almost choke on my cookie when I see that it's already noon. I thought

s day to arrange everything for Janet and instead, I'm hungover, experienci

owing him? Maddison fucking Baker, that's who. And guess who p

, eliminate the impending embarrassment. Or, I could ask for ano

told me to drink some water and tha

ft the club, minutes after my ridiculous flirting. Laura

ed. Just to make matters worse, I notice I've sent Nate a chain of rather angry message

e hell,

an hour ago, asking

ed his name in my

of leftover burritos and pizza from last night. "Idiot. Idiot. Idiot."

de of her head, hair sticking up from her hairspra

uce hangover tremors, my forehead still

that. What

o walk home, she probably doesn't remember dry hum

atch as her eyes go side to side, reading my threats to have him fired, offering him

w," she says, taking her glasses from the nightstand and shoving them on. "You s

ants him either between her legs, shagging he

" I shrug, playing my embar

er, trying to grab my phone out of her hands. "...done." She drops the phone next to her and smiles wickedly. "You can thank me la

e screen, I mental

night, Nate, I'll m

t up t

a

athroom and strangle her with t

n it dings, closing my eyes and doing my best to swal

te

g country. How do I face him? How can I sit in th

a fresh towel in from th

lly smother h

s, by the way, he hates me even more now." I lift my

my head as I leave the steamy bathroom, the heat making me feel even sicker than the

sn't interested. Can

esitate, but lift it to see another message from Nate. My sto

ting and looking at eac

tal. But I shall let you know if I ever come across one, maybe yo

tch assista