Pizza sounds good right now.
If only I didn't had, like, eleven slices of it two weeks ago.
I still remember the memory of eating all those pepperoni slices, and how I threw them up by the time Dexter came home. Logan was helping me get it out of my system; he was even kindly holding onto my auburn hair for me.
“What happened?” Dexter had shouted, running towards us as he dropped his bag on the floor.
“Sam happened.”
I was about to explain myself to him, if only I didn't feel the sudden urge of throwing up again. The sore liquid was coming up, and I didn't have enough time to go back to the toilet bowl. I ended up doing it in front of him.
Luckily, my ex-boyfriend was quick and avoided most of it.
Most of it.
“Shit.” He muttered, jumping out of the way and nudging his half-puked-on
