So this is the reason she didn’t text me. Apparently, being busy partying is able to wipe her memories.
I text her.
Creighton:Where are you?
No reply comes in…five minutes. Which I spend pacing the length of the room.
When her name pops up on my screen, I lean against the wall.
Annika:Um, hi.
Annika:I mean hiiii.
Annika:Hi :)
Annika:That’s what people say before asking questions. Hi :)
Creighton:Are you drunk, Annika?
Annika:Nah, nope. No.
Creighton:Are you sure?
Annika:Uh-huh. Though I did have a drink.
Creighton:Only one?
Annika:Maybe two. I like drinking. I’m gonna ask him to bring me another.
Creighton:Who’s him?
Annika:My favorite drinking buddy, of course.
Creighton:Name.
Annika:You guess :)
Creighton:Remi or Bran?
Annika:Maybe both. Maybe it’s someone different.
My grip tightens on the phone and it takes all my control not to throw it against the wall.
Creighton:Where are you?
Annika:No, nope. I’m not telling you so you can come and spoil my fun. You prefer sleep anyway. Nightyyy.
I send her a few more texts, but she doesn’t even read them.
The little fucking—
I spring up, throw on a hoodie, and text Landon.
Creighton:Address.
Landon:That was fast. Can I bring popcorn and come watch?
Creighton:Address.