CHAPTER 61: MAGGIE

“Come on!” Kayle begged. “It’s Sunday. Who the fuck does school work on a Sunday?”

“I do,” I told her. “It has to be in tomorrow, so I have to do it.”

“Didn’t you stay in last night to do this?” She raised her eyebrow.

“Yes.”

“So why didn’t you do it?”

Because I was busy with my sort-of-almost-boyfriend. “Because I fell asleep early.”

“You never go to sleep early.”

“Oh my God! What is this? Interrogate Maggie time?” I slammed my pen down and looked up at her. “Do you want me to tell you my turn-on spot while you’re here? Shit, Kayle!”

She snorted. “No offense, babe, but I’m not really into you like that, so we’ll pass on the turn-on spot. But why were you asleep early?”

“Gee, I don’t know, Kayle. Why do people usually go to sleep? Could it be because they’re tired?” I sighed.

“Shit the bed, someone is expecting Mother Nature!”

“Not for two to three weeks.”

“Then you must be pregnant … Oh wait–”

“Kayle? Go fuck yourself.”

“I’m going,” she muttered, pulling the door open. “