Chapter 17

Da--Holy Fudge on a Popsicle Say What?!

“Wakey-Wakey!” I heard Marley’s chirpy voice and I groaned.

“Go away.” I muttered.

“Don’t tell me you have a hangover.” Marley snickered.

I ignored her, snuggling into the pillow. My head throbbed and I felt like my body was run over by a truck.

“I have coffee,” Marley whispered, finally taking pity on me.

I opened one eye, to confirm if what she was saying was the truth. Surely enough, she was standing with a cup of coffee in one hand.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, taking the coffee from here and gulping it down in one go. Marley looked at me as if I was some alien.

“What?”

“That was really hot coffee.”

“And?”

Marley sighed. “Why do I bother with you?”

I decided not to answer, plopping back