Angelica "Freak Two" Munson

Chapter 16

"Okay, I'm already super late." Angie rushes up to the couple, bag falling off her shoulders, "So, which one of you guys drove me home last night?"

Jonathan and Nancy chuckle at her question.

"I know, its sounds stupid. You guys can make fun of me later. I was super drunk, and I don't remember anything after challenging somebody to a tequila-drinking competition."

"A tequila-drinking competition?" Nancy asks in disbelief, "What even is that?"

"You see who can chug an entire bottle of tequila first." she replies in a duh tone.

"People do that?"

"Yeah."

"How the hell does somebody chug a bottle of tequila? It's hard enough to take tequila shots, let alone chug the whole bottle."

Angie just shrugs in response, "I did it."

Jonathan places his hand to hold the bridge of his nose in amusement and disappointment, "Of course you did... Let me guess, you won, too?"

She shakes her head yes, now embarrassed, "To be fair, I was already super drunk at that point."

"When did you even do that?"

It takes Angie a few seconds to even remember the occurrence, "After the three games of beer pong and a few rounds of jello shots."

They both look at her with their jaws dropped in surprise.

"Is that why you've got sunglasses on?"

"Yes, it is." she glances at her watch, which she can barely read because of her pounding headache, "But that's not the point. Which one of you guys took me home? I wanna know in case I did something super embarrassing that I should know about."

Jonathan clears his throat before admitting, "We have no idea who took you home, but it wasn't either of us."

"Ha ha, very funny. Which one of you took me home?" she questions again, not amused.

"He's telling the truth, Angie. We looked everywhere for you. We even ended up staying until the party was over, but Nicole said she saw you go out the front door and you never came back in."

"What?"

"Come on, you've gotta get to class." Nancy grabs her shoulder and guides her in the right direction, "You don't wanna be late."

"Yeah... I guess not..."

Angie walks into Mrs. Click's class, taking her spot to the left of Robin Buckley. Her gaze is on the floor as she walks into class a few seconds before the bell rings.

Until she spots the red water bottle on her desk. It sounds stupid, but it's too expensive to be Angie's.

She sets her things down underneath her seat before leaning next to her fellow classmate: Robin.

"Do you know who this belongs to?"

Robin gives a shrug, suggesting that she has no idea.

"Hm," she picks the bottle up to investigate it.

Almost immediately, she spots the peach sticky-note attached to the bottom.

"I figured you could use something to hold all the water you need to drink to get over that wicked hangover :)"

"What the hell?"

Angie searches the room for anyone watching her. Maybe one of the witnesses is the one who left it on her desk. And maybe that's the person who took her home the night before.