False Enemies

Chapter 8

A persistent buzzing woke me from my sleep, causing me to frown. I rolled and hid my face in the pillow, trying to block out the noise. If I ignored it for long enough, then maybe it was going to go away.

"Lily!" A sharp shout-whisper sounded over the buzzing. When I didn't react straightaway, a hand landed on my shoulder, shaking me. "Lily, the alarm, gooddammit!"

"What?" I mumbled, peaking at Andy from behind the veil of hair covering my face.

"Your damn alarm clock!" She repeated. "It's ringing for the fifth time already!"

"Alarm clock?" My brows furrowed. "What alarm clock?"

"Jesus, just turn it off."

I searched for my phone blindly. "It's next to your pillow," Andy helped me out. "You put it there the last time you turned it off."

"I turned it off?" I asked, finding the phone.

"Yeah, She confirmed with a nod. "I told you it's called a couple times already. Each time you woke, turned it off, and went back to sleep."

I stared at her. "No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did."

I frowned. Swiping my thumb over the screen, I turned the alarm off, this time for good. My eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when I saw what time it was.

"Shit!" Sitting up from the bed, I searched for my flip flops under Andy's bed. "Shit, shit, shit, shit..."

"Aren't you going to work today?" Andy asked, glancing over my shoulder.

"I am!" Having found one flip flop, I slipped it onto my foot and went on looking for the other. It wasn't anywhere in sight and I silently cursed my tendency to scatter everything about. "Shit!"

"Why didn't you get up when the first alarm rang?" Andy pushed.

I scowled at her over my shoulder. "If you remembered I was going to work today, why didn't you wake me up?"

"You did wake up," Andy pointed out. "I told you. You kept waking up and switching off the alarm and falling back asleep. I thought they might have cancelled or something."

"Well, they didn't!" I exclaimed, getting up from the bed. Kneeling down by my bag, I dug for my clothes.

"Stop barking at me," Andy snapped. "I'm sorry for thinking that at the age of twenty, you knew what you were doing and could get up in time on your own!"

I waved her off. Rushing to the bathroom, I got dressed and brushed my teeth in what had to be the quickest session known to mankind.

I burst back into the bedroom, finding Andy slipping on her hoodie. "Who in hell has a wedding on a Sunday?"

Last night, uncle Garrick texted me asking if I could start right away. I cheerfully told him yes and agreed to the nine o'clock I was supposed to be there. At eight forty-eight on the next day, I couldn't possibly understand myself.

"Uh, the parents of someone who can't even get up with an alarm clock?" Andy suggested.

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up and grab your keys," I told her. "You need to drive me."

"Oh, I don't know," Andy stood, planting her hands on her hips. "Maybe I won't since you're currently being a bitch."

I threw my PJs at her. The top fluttered to the floor but she caught the shorts before they could strike her in the face. She dropped them, disgusted, then flipped me the finger. I flipped it back and rushed out the door.