I sat up and slipped, dipping too far into the water and splashing water everywhere. I spluttered and my phone rang. My body was still vibrating from the dream org*sm Kelley had given me.
I snatched my phone off of the closed toilet seat, prepared to bite off whoever's head it was.
Except it was Charles.
Okay, we were going to pretend it was business as usual and we hadn't all embarrassed ourselves earlier that evening.
“Yes, sir?" I answered, sticking my finger into my mouth and rolling my eyes. Yes, I'm very mature, thank you.
“Meeting's set up for tomorrow. Twelve AM at CDM. Ten forty-seven Heather RD., Canton, Georgia. I'll text the address." What a surprise: the meeting was at midnight. How cliché. But what the hell was CDM? A mystery for tomorrow.
“So, tomorrow my schedule
