SAMANTHA
Kapow!
I hopped, threw my hand out in a karate chop, and let out a half-growl/half-gurgle. Then I snapped up my leg.
“Uh . . .” Heather traded looks with Taylor. Both were holding back grins. “Whatcha doing, Sam?”
“I’m karate-chopping your ass.” And I leaped in a circle, my hand out in another chop! before I raised my knee. I pretended to take someone’s head in my hands and rammed them down on my knee. “This is what I’m going to do to Faith Shaw if I see her on a bad night.” I swung my arms around in a wide circle, then brought them together as if I were praying. As a snarl formed on my mouth, I shoved my hands out, palms flat. “And I’ll break her nose, just like that.”
I was panting.
I frowned. That didn’t make sense.
I was drunk. With that realization, I lifted one leg, m
