Chapter 21 : Possessive Claims

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 for?"

There was laughter on the other end of the line, and it was obvious she had been drinking. "What's early? I haven't even gone to bed yet."

"Of course, you haven't, Tally."

I heard her scoff on the other end of the line. "Don't be such a snob," she snapped.

"That's the pot calling the kettle black. Now, what do you want?"

There was silence for a moment before I heard whispering, "Well–"

"Well, what? And what are you doing?" I was curious about her current situation.

I didn't honestly care what she was doing, but all the commotion goin