Beca groaned and rolled out of bed. The only good thing about this morning was that she wouldn't have to face her father and her step-monster. They were out of town on some sort of vacation and wouldn't be downstairs to make her hangover worse.
"I'm never drinking again," she grumbled as she shuffled into the bathroom. She brushed her teeth as gently as possible. Her stomach wasn't as upset as when she'd woken up at three, but still hurt. The Bad Ass DJ went downstairs and into the kitchen. Toast should work, right? she shuddered, and picked up her phone.
There was a text from the fiery red headed girl.
I'm ready to talk when you are. Check your messages if you don't remember :)
Beca raised an eyebrow. Okay that was really strange, Chloe never text me with that talking shit like that. The Brunette girl immediately checked her sent folder and promptly dropped her toast and curse
"HOLY FUCK, I SEND THIS TO HER?!" Beca freaked out of what she read
I love you so much reddddd!
redddddddddddddd, hahaha,
red is what i call you inmy dreams!!
Curse em nto drenkkk!
your so pwetty and sexyyy! me want to kiz u!
wana g dte meh?
no! dint kil amy! snot her fault
gud nayt RED
Beca stared down at her phone in absolute horror. She didn't want to look at Chloe's responses. She took a few deep breathes and went back to her toast. She'd deal with this later.
