IVY
The first thing I felt waking up was my stomach screaming at me. Not like a soft protest either, a full-on riot. I groaned and sat up like I was a ninety-year-old woman who regretted every single youthful decision. Gina was already standing by my bed, holding a cold cloth like some kind of sarcastic guardian angel.
“You really out here trying to win Dumbest Decision of the Year, huh?” she muttered, placing the cloth on my stomach.
I hissed. "For the record, I didn’t get into a fight. I got jumped. By Sophia and her Build-A-b***h squad."
Gina snorted. "Same thing. Except now you look like you went ten rounds with a truck. And lost."
I tried to sit up straighter, winced, then gave up and flopped back down. “Well, if you see a truck with glittery heels and a bad attitude, that was he
