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"Psst, wake up."

A bony finger pokes at my cheek. I groan, not moving.

"Wake her up."

"How?" A new voice adds.

"Oh, I know," one whispers. "If you wake up, I'll teach you how to drive in my car."

My eyes shoot open, meeting a smug Audrey. "You better let me," I mumble, sitting up.

Drew smiles at me, his eyes scanning my face. 

Audrey's blunt as usual. "You look like literal shit."

I roll my eyes and push out of bed, going to my mirror. She's not wrong. My perfectly curled hair now looks like a bird's nest. My makeup is smudged, making me look like a raccoon. It doesn't help that I feel as shitty as I look.

Drew hides his amusement, covering his smile with his fist. 

"Wow, I need to shower." I grab a towel and throw it in the bathroom. "When I'm out, I'm expecting those driving lessons. I may not have a car but it would be nice to know how."

She groans but doesn't object. She's the one who suggested it in the first place. 

My shower feels nice. It takes a while to comb my hair, getting rid of all the tangles. Luckily, I manage to get most of them out. My face turns red as I harshly scrub at last night's makeup. 

When I finally feel clean enough, I get out and dry off. I grab some jeans and a sweatshirt, throwing it on.

"Let's go," I grin, grabbing her keys off the shelf. She groans, shaking her head as if she's mentally scolding herself.

Drew chimes in. "At least eat breakfast or something."

On cue, my stomach rumbles. He's right. I remember throwing up last night, so eating should be a priority. I nod and grab a banana. 

Audrey grabs it out of my hand and switches it with a plate. I warily look at the contents.

"Oh hush, Drew's the one who made it, okay?" She flips me off.

I look over at him and he smiles in confirmation. I happily take the plate and sit by the island, eating the crispy bacon. 

"Do I really have to take you?" Audrey whines, taking a seat next to me. I nod, my mouth full of food. She groans in annoyance but gives up arguing. "Fine. Just don't hurt my baby."

I finish my meal quickly. I don't give her time to change her mind. 

Drew doesn't hide his amusement as we walk to her mini cooper. I practically have to drag her out.

"You know, you could drive my car," he suggests, pointing to his sports car. 

"Hell no. That thing's scary," I shriek. He chuckles at my horror and scoots into the back seat. Audrey goes to sit in the driver's seat, but I pull her back. She rolls her eyes and walks around to the passenger side. 

I turn the car on, take it off park, and slowly reverse out. 

Believe it or not, I actually do well. Drew helps keep her calm, making sure she doesn't pointlessly yell at me. 

All until a stupid squirrel runs in front of the car.

I slam the breaks a little too hard, sending all three of us forward. Audrey screams, freaking out.

"You could have killed us! Fuck!"

"Calm down," I say, even though my heart's pounding. "I was going like five miles per hour."