“Cat, what the hell? Are you okay? Are you sick?” Her voice did the exact same thing as my mom’s when she was stressed—jump up at the end into a screech. “You sound like a damn police siren, Joey.” She laughed. “Well, so does your cell phone alarm, which has been going off for the last forty-five minutes.” I rolled over and groaned, swiping at the touchscreen on my phone to silence it. “Oh my God. What time is it?” “Time for you to get to your ten o’clock, if you want to. Seriously, what happened to you? I texted you to see what you wanted me to bring home for dinner, and by the time I got here, you were home and passed out.” I sat up, rubbing my fingers against my eyes, trying to wipe the scratchy bleariness away. A shake of my head and some hard blinking had my head a little bit clearer. “I, um…I kind of met someone.” Joey gasped and grabbed my desk chair, spinning it around on its wheels to face me, and plopped down on it.
