The buzzing sound from my phone woke me. My head was pounding, and I slept in what I wore last night. Not even bothering to take off my shoes.
“What?” I say. I somehow picked up my phone and answered it without even looking at who was calling.
“Where are you?” Emmet said. “I need my car.”
“f**k, I’m sorry.”
“you were meant to come back.”
“I’m coming back now,” I say quickly and get up. It was a little past eleven and we stopped drinking early so, I convinced myself that my BAC levels were good.
“I’m leaving now.” I say again when he kept complaining.
“You’re leaving now?”
“Yes,” I yell into the phone. I grab my clothes and shoes
“Where did you stay?”
“At a friend’s house?”
“At a friend’s house?” he asks again.
“Yes, why are you repeating everything I say?”
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