"Y/N!" I'm startled awake by incessant banging on my door. "Get up!"
That sounds like Steph.
I swing my door open, half awake and groggy. "Whaaaaaat?" I growl, heading straight to my bathroom to splash my face with water. When this girl is over, getting back to sleep is out of the question.
"Damn, babe. Who pissed in your cereal?" She teases, diving onto my bed and making herself comfortable.
"I got home at like 2 this morning." My thoughts from last night start to come back to me, as I slowly wake myself up. I didn't get a face or a name for that driver, no wonder she left the lights off in the car. I literally only saw part of one eye and the back of her hair.
"Damn, listen you should really talk to Liv about this. It's dangerous out here Babygirl, I don't want you dying on me." I push down my urge to scream at the use of that pet name.
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THE DINER • B.E
Mystery / ThrillerYou're sick." I spit. Her jaw clenches, and I notice she's trying to steady her breathing. "Don't. Say that." "You've killed people. You're sick." She quirks her eyebrow, smirking. "Please, we both know that you aren't even close to bothered by it."
