My cries were muffled by my pillow. I was getting used to being woken up in the most random of ways, but this was ridiculous. ‘Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!’ singsonged Amanda, who was now jumping up and down on my bed. Was she drunk? I winced, crawling myself upright, glancing at the clock which read three a.m. ‘What the hell?’ I pushed aside the curtain of hair that covered my eyes, squinting at the still-open window, the very one Amanda had obviously just crawled through. Amanda bounced up and down on my bed before letting her legs give way and bouncing onto her butt, breathless and laughing. ‘Oh my God, Lexie, I wanted to kill you. Like seriously maddening homicidal tendencies and then . . .’ Amanda broke off with a deep, dreamy-eyed sigh. I wearily crossed my legs into a sitting position under my covers, not feeling warm and fuzzy about her rather lighthearted confession.
