"Low-key feel like crap," Leigh groaned from the attached bathroom of their room. "I—" she was cut off, followed by more vomiting. "Shit!"
Kylee cringed slightly at the noise, sinking lower into her warm bed. She couldn't help, however, but smile lightly. "That's what you get for drinking too much."
"Shut up, Carson!" Leigh groaned. The toilet flushed. "I'm so glad I have no class today."
"Lucky you."
YOU ARE READING
Wrong Number
Short Story[Text Talk Sequel] Unknown: Hey Angelica! I remembered I save this lol You: I'm not Angelica. I think you done got goofed, you poor soul (-: Unknown: Darn it. She must have given me the wrong number on accident You: Right. "On Accident". • • • Kyl...
