BOUND 2 (GxG)

Think Smarter, Not Harder Sweetheart

Have you ever felt like you were on a roller coaster and getting your head bashed in at the same time?

No? 

Because that's the literal definition of how bad my hangover feels right now, and thinking about the bet I made with Karter last night is only making it one hundred times fucking worse. 

I groaned, taking a moment to breathe before resuming my mascara. I took a bunch of fucking ibuprofen and drank four glasses of water all for what? To feel like a train ran me over five times before a bunch of coyotes came to tear me apart, but somehow leaving me alive to live through the pain? 

"Fuck this," I whispered, shaking my head as I pulled baby hairs out of my high ponytail. Luckily, I had finished the last of my mascara, and there was not shit else that I was about to do. 

I'm honestly surprised I managed to even look relatively put together. I literally picked out a short sleeve black romper that clung to my body and zipped up in the middle and paired it with a pair of black Nike Airmax's. 

My brows furrowed when I heard multiple rounds of honking, inevitably forcing more groans to spring from my lips. 

When the car honked again, I halted spraying my normal perfume, furrowing my brows as I said, "What the actual fuck."

I walked over to my large window and pulled back the dark grey curtain, and of course, there sat none other than Karter Greyson's tricked-out Jeep. 

No, I don't think anyone understands. 

I'm literally about to kill her. 

I grabbed my phone, heading straight to Instagram to dm her. 

@SloanTaylor: Leave. 

I peered away from my illuminated phone, staring out of the window, but when my phone buzzed in my hand, I glanced back down. 

@KarterGreyson: I'm your ride.
@KarterGreyson: Literally and figuratively;)

I let out a fake gag, typing quickly on my phone. 

@SloanTaylor: And you wonder why I'm not about to ride with you.

Barely even a second ticked by before she responded. 

@KarterGreyson: You're forgetting that I'm your girlfriend? 

Fuck, she's right. 

Even so, I still decided to try and get out of the idea. 

@SloanTaylor: Doesn't mean we have to ride together. 

She responded back almost instantly. 

@KarterGreyson: That's exactly what it means. 
@KarterGreyson: Come on, we're going to be late. 

I let out an annoyed sigh, reluctantly grabbing my black Northface bookbag, and rushing out of my room to descend the light wood staircase—when I made it to the end, I walked over to the black front door, grabbing my keys before exiting the air-conditioned house. 

Karter's shiny all-black Jeep sat running in my driveway with the tinted windows up, which prevented me from seeing her in the slightest bit. I quickly walked over to the Jeep, opening the passenger door, and sliding into the black leather interior. 

"I hate you," I said, gritting through clenched teeth. 

Karter smirked, chewing down on her minty gum, "Wow, babe, I didn't know you were a morning person!" 

I pinched the bridge of my nose, far past the pet name she likes to continuously use, "I mentally and physically can't even deal with you right now." 

Karter let out an amused chuckle, "Hangovers are a bitch—luckily I brought you a hangover smoothie from a local smoothie shop."