Becca.

From the time I woke up that morning, Tally had been blowing up my phone. I wasn’t sure what she wanted, but at half-past eight, I finally rolled over to answer it.

“Hello?” I groaned into the phone, running my hand over my face.

“Hey! It’s about time you answered your phone. What have you been doing?” she asked with annoyance in her tone.

“Uh–sleeping. Like normal people, Tally. What the hell are you even up this early ...