Bree had a hazy memory of that. She also had a hazy memory of suggesting what those men could do to themselves.
“You looked like a complete crazy,” Gaylyn continued.
“Oh, and you’ve never gone crazy?” Bree retorted.
“Like that? What do you think?”
“I’m sorry,” Bree said, and fell onto the third chair at the table. “I guess I’m having a hard time over Fen leaving.”
“You didn’t want him so what do you care?” Gaylyn argued.
Bree had no answer for that.
“If you ever do something like that again, I’m canceling your girlfriend card, and you can go live with your grandma and your mom,” Gaylyn finished.
At that, Bree burst into tears.
“Hey, okay, I’m not mad anymore,” Gaylyn hurried to say.
She shoved the pizza box Bree’s direction to prove it. The sight of it made Bree’s stomach turn over. She shoved it back and went to the refrigerator to pull out a can of La Croix.
“And I was kind of worried,” Gaylyn added. “That driver was supposed to bring you home. Whose address was that where you ended up?”
Bree settled back in her chair and popped open the can, tried to ignore the heat on her face. “That driver was my mom, and she took me to my Gram’s.” Who got picked up from a club by her mother? So lame.
Both roommates gaped at her.
“Your mom’s a HopIn driver?” Gaylyn sounded both shocked and disgusted. Hardly surprising, since her mom owned a clothing boutique. “I thought she had a normal job.”
The heat on Bree’s face turned into an inferno. “This is her second job. She’s doing side hustles to make extra money for my nursing school.”
“Wow. My mom wouldn’t do that,” said Monique.
“I puked in her car,” Bree said.
She might have been able to convince herself that she’d dreamed that if not for the fact that her mother had washed her clothes. Ugh.
“Gross-o,” said Gaylyn.
“What about your dad? Isn’t he paying for your college?” asked Monique.
“Her dad’s a crook. He raided the savings account. That’s why they’re divorced,” Gaylyn explained, spilling the tea.
Bree wished she could crawl under the table. “That’s my stepdad.”No real relation.Except her real dad wasn’t much better. “My dad’s giving me some money.” A lot less than some if they were going to get technical.
“What a tool,” said Monique. “So amazing that your mom is working extra for you. She sounds awesome.”
“She is,” Bree said.
Except when it came to picking men. Had Bree inherited her mother’s love disaster gene?
She thought again of Fen. If only they could simply stay friends forever. But then they’d be stuck in limbo.
Except now what was she stuck in? Suckage.
Suckage was better than wreckage. She needed to remember that.
She also needed to do something to make up for her bad behavior of the night before. “I gotta go,” she said.
