–Rabindranath Tagore “Why do they hate us?” Kendall groans, crawling on the couch beside me. “What is that?” My voice is barely audible from where I’ve buried my head beneath the covers. “Max and Landon,” Kendall whines, burying her face so her cheek’s beside mine. “I think I drank too much,” I admit. “We did.” Eventually the noise drowns out, and Kendall’s steady breathing comforts me into finding sleep again. “I warned you guys to stop.” Jameson’s voice taunts, and I choose to ignore it, hoping that Kendall will tell him to shut up. When she doesn’t, I nestle further against the pillow, preparing to search for more comforting sleep until cold air slices across my skin as our blanket is whipped off with a harsh tug. My entire body seems to feel the burn, causing my eyes to begrudgingly open to ensure I’m wearing something more than just underwear.
