Angelica "Freak Two" Munson

Chapter 16

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

Jonathan and Nancy chuckle.

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

"A tequila-drinking competition?" Nancy asks, incredulous. "What even is that?"

"You see who can chug an entire bottle of tequila first," Angie replies, like it's obvious.

"People do that?"

"Yeah." She shrugs. "I did it."

Jonathan presses a hand to the bridge of his nose, both amused and exasperated. "Of course you did... Let me guess, you won too?"

She nods, cheeks flushing. "To be fair, I was already super drunk at that point."

"When did you even do that?"

Angie thinks for a moment. "After three games of beer pong and a few rounds of Jello shots."

They gape at her.

"Is that why you've got sunglasses on?" Nancy asks.

"Yes." She glances at her watch, wincing. "But that's not the point. Which one of you took me home? I need to know in case I did something embarrassing I should be aware of."

Jonathan clears his throat. "We have no idea who took you home. It wasn't us."

"Ha ha, very funny. Which one of you took me home?" Angie presses, growing annoyed.

"Nancy's telling the truth," Jonathan assures her. "We looked everywhere for you. Stayed until the party ended. Nicole said she saw you leave the front door and never come back in."

"What?"

"Come on, you've gotta get to class," Nancy interrupts, guiding her toward the hallway. "You don't want to be late."

"Yeah... I guess not..." Angie mutters as they enter Mrs. Click's class. She slips into the seat to the left of Robin Buckley, staring at the floor until something catches her eye: a red water bottle on her desk.

It's too expensive to be hers. 

She sets her things down underneath her seat and leans toward Robin.

"Do you know who this belongs to?"

Robin shrugs. "No idea."

Hm. 

Angie picks up the bottle and inspects it. 

A peach sticky note on the bottom catches her attention:

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 mutters, scanning the classroom. Maybe someone left it. Maybe it's the person who brought her home last night.

Her gaze lands on Steve, who glances back at her calmly.

"Do you know who left this?" she asks, showing him the note, voice edged with frustration.

He tilts his head, confused. "You don't remember?"

"Remember what?"

Steve smiles faintly, tilting his head in amusement.

"Do you know who took me home?" she presses, a little louder now, panic creeping in.

Mrs. Click shushes her harshly. Angie apologizes and sits, but Steve just gives a knowing smile, gesturing for her to calm down. He assumes her stress is from lingering paranoia after November.