Kendall

“Get up!” she yells, her mouth near my ear. “I’m tired of this shit. Get your ass out of bed!” My best friend stands, legs wide, hands on her hips.

“Shut up,” I groan, throwing a pillow over my head.

“Uh-uh,” she argues. “This is an intervention. I’m pissed, and we are going to have this out right now.” She crosses her arms over her chest.

“No,” I spit from under the pillow.

Pulling the covers off me then tugging at the ...