English Accent (The Accents #1)

Cookie dough

I groaned, hiding my face in my hands.

"The Wonderland?"

"Yup."

"Dancing on the table?"

"Uh-uh."

"Pretending I was a jockey?"

"That's my favorite one."

I peered at her through my fingers.

"Are there any other things I want to know about?"

Sierra thought about it for a second.

"No." She finally stated, shaking her head.

I nodded, closing my eyes. The stupid woodpecker must have liked it the last time, because he was back inside my head, demanding to get out. I was in a complete state of dispersion. My head hurt, my stomach was turning and I was pretty sure I looked like a wild opossum on drugs. Not to mention the things Sierra was now patiently telling me about in great detail.

Never touch alcohol, kids.

After I escaped Dominic – which was pretty much the last thing I remembered – I managed to make a complete moron out of myself. Turns out, I was a happy drinker, which meant that the more alcohol was running in my veins, the happier I was. And the stupider my ideas were.

I really don't know how many of those jellies I had, but I swear, if I had known they were mixed with vodka, I wouldn't have even licked them.

I was never touching jelly again.

I slowly raised my head and looked at my friend.

"I bet I'm quite a revelation across the campus now?" I asked, resigned.

She cocked her head to the side.

"Quite."

I closed my eyes and threw my head back against the headboard.

"But don't worry." She said, seeing my mortification. "Sarah Jones and Davie McFee making out on the staircase are pretty much as famous as you."

I shot her a glare.

"Thank you. Thank you very much."

She raised her hands and grinned.

"Hey. Don't hate. I'm just trying to make you feel better." She defended herself. "And it's not like I haven't tried to drag you away from that jelly."

Yeah. She did try.

"And it's not like I didn't run around the house three times just to find Dom so that he could shake the shit out of you and get you to go home."

Oh, right. That was another thing. My dearest friend sent Dominic to find me after I refused to listen to her. And even though I was grateful he prevented me from an inglorious death by falling from the balcony and smashing myself all over the pavement, I was less happy with what came next. Because from what Sierra told me...

As if on a cue, my phone buzzed and I turned on the screen to reveal a new text message.

How are you?

I was half-tempted to ignore it, delete his number, change my address and name and leave the country, hoping to never, ever see him again but decided I was mature and could deal with situations like that.

Glorious.

I texted him back and sunk further into the pillows.

"Want some cocoa?" Sierra asked, eying me carefully.