I groan so loudly that Blackbeard leaps off the coffee table with a wake-the-dead meow.
“Yeah,” I say, my voice cracking with disuse. “This is so bad.”
He looks up at me and mewls again. But not in sympathy. He only wants his breakfast.
So I stagger toward the kitchen, knowing that Blackbeard will be the only one happy to see me today.
I am officially the worst brother ever. And? The cherry on top of this shit sundae? I still have to go to that party. But I’ll do it. For Hannah.
Even though the last thing in the whole world I want to do is see my sister, her groom, and his superhot best friend tonight.