Profanity » J. Brooks

8ight

"What's up?' I slur, giggling slightly as I hop in the car.

Daniel and James give me a funny look again, obviously remembering the old Willow.

James gives out an exasperated sigh, "Willow, we trusted you to not go too overboard... What's happened to you?"

I roll my eyes. He invited me to a party, and the only reason people go to parties are to get drunk, unless you're the DD.

About to respond with something witty, I hold back - remembering my plan.

"I'm sorry, James. But I'm fine, honestly. A little party never killed nobody (fergie 😂)."

I think I pull off the innocent act pretty well, if I do say so myself.

"She's right, James," Daniel chimes in, "loosen up a bit - we came here to have fun."

I lean over and give him a high-five.

James playfully rolls his eyes, a smile taking over his face, nodding his head.

"I guess you're right."

Oops boring chapter