The Contract

CHAPTER 3: Tabloids, I Hate Them

"KRISTA, WAKE UP, DAMN IT!"

Becca's voice and a hit on my head wake me up from a really good sleep. And that's not good at all for me, trust me. Try to wake me up, I will never act normally during the day, I'll just be a walking zombie. I appreciate sleep, unlike my mom, who was always a morning person.

"What do you want bitch?" I moan.

"Stop hitting me and let me sleep." I say, not exactly getting what she's saying at all. I vaguely heard her say something about Christian and dating through my sleepy haze. Nah, I won't do anything I'll just go back to sleep and deal with it later.

Just as I almost fall asleep Becca hits me on my head again, I slap her (well not too hard though... I think), "Let me fucking go to sleep woman?!!" I say, snuggling back into my pillow.

She rubs her cheek, "Must you be so violent, even when you're sleepy?" I vaguely nod, she sighs, "Fine, just let me crash here for a few hours until you wake up, then we'll talk about this."

I nod, "Just go away, please."

She leaves and I go back to sleep. FINALLY.

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 WAKE UP FUCKING LAZYHEAD! My alarm clock screams. 

If you're wondering why it screams that... well, long story short, Becca's brother is really techy. If you want an apple device jail-broken, he'll have it done in like an hour. Basically, Becs got sick of me waking up late so she stole my alarm clock and asked her brother to 'tweak' it.

Imagine my reaction the next morning when that woke me up the next morning. The thing is, I have no idea how to fix it and her brother refuses to fix it for me, no matter how much I bribe him.

I press the snooze button and head to my kitchen to do the usual routine I came up with geniusly, cook/microwave whatever is the first thing you touch (of course it has to be edible), eat it, clean up, then go back to sleep until my next shift.

I know genius, right?

I start going through my fridge until someone clears her throat.

I inwardly cringe, shit. I forgot Becs wanted to  talk. I slowly turn around to face Becca, she raises an eyebrow at me, "I'm waiting for an explanation."

Shit what did I do to her? Well, there was this one time I threw a cat at her (she hates cats), and another time when I didn't help her out when her ex was there, wow the list goes on and on...

She raises an eyebrow, "I'm getting older here, rotting away Krista. Just tell me why you didn't tell me about him."

Him? 

"Becs, who's him?" I ask her.

"Hun, we both know you took drama classes in high school, stop acting." she says.

"But I don't know what you're talking about!" I say.

"Fine, if you must make me point it out-" she starts rummaging in her bag. Shit, she carries pepper spray.

I immediately panick, "I'm sorry! I dropped your toothbrush in the toilet when I slept over and I didn't tell you! Please don't spray me!"

She freezes, "You what?"

"I dropped your too-"

"No I heard you the first time!" she laughs, "That wasn't what I was talking abou... Wait, in the toilet? GROSS! I'VE BEEN BRUSHING MY TEETH WITH TOILET WATER!" she runs into the bathroom and rinses her mouth.