Chapter 16.
Da--Holy Fudge on a Popsicle Say What?!
"Wakey-Wakey!" I heard Marley's chirpy voice and I groaned.
"Go away." I muttered.
"Don't tell me you have a hangover." Marley snickered.
I ignored her, snuggling into the pillow. My head throbbed and I felt like my body was run over by a truck.
"I have coffee," Marley whispered, finally taking pity on me.
I opened one eye, to confirm if what she was saying was the truth. Surely enough, she was standing with a cup of coffee in one hand.
"Thanks," I mumbled, taking the coffee from here and gulping it down in one go. Marley looked at me as if I was some alien.
"What?"
"That was really hot coffee."
"And?"
Marley sighed. "Why do I bother with you?"
I decided not to answer, plopping back on the bed. Marley gave me a glare, and I s
