Chapter Eleven

234 5 0
                                    

Ava's pov.
"I have to go to this wedding and look like Miss Pretty Princess in this dipshits bridesmaids dress." Sam spoke through the phone. "I don't even have one tenth of the bod to fill the stupid bust up. So, what, should I just waste myself and spare the agony?"

I laughed, my head pounding. After last night, Jake dropped me off home in the morning. It was a bit awkward between us since I told him I like him when I was drunk . . . and it was true.

"I was gonna tell you something, but maybe I shouldn't." I yawned as I go to do my makeup, finishing getting ready. "It's pretty bad."

"You may as well," Sam sighed. "nothing could shock me anymore."

"Last night at the dance I gave a geek my panties." I tried to hold in my laugh, but I cracked up once I heard Sam laugh.

"Ava!" She shouted in disbelief.

"I know. I know." I repeated. "I don't even know why." I laughed. I knew why. It's because I was in a rush to see Jake.

"We'll talk about it more at the wedding." She laughed lightly. "And you'll tell me about the party."

I sucked in a harsh breath. What do I tell her about the party? I got shit faced and couldn't even brush my teeth right.

"Alright." I huffed. "I'll see you soon."

Best Friends Betrayal ❃ j.rWhere stories live. Discover now