chapter sixteen : Daisy

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"And therein lies the issue,
friends don't try to trick you."
-Taylor Swift

 It was a little past ten o'clock when I got back to my place yesterday

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It was a little past ten o'clock when I got back to my place yesterday. I was having too much fun over there with my aunt that I hadn't realized how tired I was.

As soon as I got home, I literally stripped naked and climbed into my bed then crashed the fuck out for the rest of the night.

Now it's almost ten in the freaking morning and my phone keeps going off inside my purse somewhere.

I sit up in my bed yawning and rubbing my eyes.

For some reason I don't remember where I threw my purse last night. But once again my phone keeps going off so I'm forced to climb out of my bed in only underwear.

As I begin to pick up my bra from the floor, my phone goes off again and this time I feel it vibrate. I quickly move all the clothes on the ground only to find my phone inside the pocket of my jeans.

When I look at it, I can now see that I have eleven missed calls. And they are all from Cassie. Which is really weird because Cassie doesn't blow people up like this unless there's an emergency.

Quickly, I dial her right back and she doesn't even hesitate to pick up. "Cass!" I raise my voice. "Are you okay?"

I hear her sob into the phone and my stomach sinks. "No." Her voice was weak and barely audible.

"What happened?!" My voice gets even more anxious.

"Can I please go over?" She asks through sobs. And I'm quick to tell her yes.

Waiting for Cassie to come over feels like the longest seven minutes ever. I'm super fucking anxious to know what's going on. I hope she's not hurt.

Finally she knocks on my apartment door and I jump off my bed-literally jump off-running to go open it.

Cassie is standing there with a red face, puffy eyes and wearing an oversized hoodie. I gesture for her to come in and she does, crying some more.

"Cass what's going on?" I calmly ask. "Did something happen to you?"

With a slight nod, she answers. "Kind of." And then she takes down the hood of her sweater and turns around to show me that there's gum in her hair.

I gasp so hard and clasp my hands over my lips. I can feel how wide my eyes have opened too. "What the fuck happened???"

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