18

They moaned a reply I couldn’t understand.

“Fine, suit yourself. You’ll just have to spend the whole day at the airport, hungover and in hell, while you wait for an available flight.”

“Stooop,” Lex cried.

“I hate that she’s right,” Court grunted.

“You have less than thirty minutes, so haul ass.”

I went back into my room and opened the drawers of the dresser, taking out my clothes and dumping them into my suitcase.

“Jo,” Monica said as she sat up, squeezing her temples.

I avoided her eyes, making several more trips between the dresser and my suitcase.

“Jo,” she said again, louder, wincing from her headache. “Look at me.”

I didn’t want to, but I paused and faced her.

“Babe, do you want to talk about it?”

I shouldn’t be surprised. She knew me better than anyone.

I shook my head, slumping on top of the bed. “No. Yes. No.” I wrapped my arms around my stomach. “Fuck.”

“Come here.” She opened her arms, and I fell into her, the scent of booze filling my nose as she hugged me.

I hadn’t realize