Hope
The morning after the big party, Tanya woke up with a hell of a hangover.
“Ugh, what happened?” she asks with her arm thrown over her eyes.
“You got drunk,” I say.
I’m pissed off. Not at her, but at her father and all the social media bullshit that I couldn’t stop myself from looking at after I talked to Levi.
She must hear the aggravation in my voice because she lowers her arm and looks at me. “Did I do something to upset you?”
“No. Your father is probably going to let you have it this morning because you apparently posted that you were New York on one of your social media accounts.”
“Oh, f**k me! I did?”
“Yep,” I say, getting up and walking to the bathroom.
“Hope, wait. Why do you sound so angry?”
“Because apparently, your father seems to think that I’m your social media m
