Chapter 21

"Can I draw on her face, please?" I heard a masculine voice ask.

"Be quiet! I think she's hungover!" Someone hissed.

"Come on! It's the perfect opportunity to fuc—I mean mess with her!"

"Hush!"

I groaned, still halfway asleep. Whoever it was needed to shut up unless they wanted to be brutally murdered.

"Honey, are you awake?" I realized that it was my mom asking, and I bolted up so fast I got vertigo, causing me to fall back into my pillow.

My...