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“You suck!” Simon blurts out. “I can’t believe you blew me off to get laid.”

Really? He can’t believe that? It sounds like exactly what Keanu would do.

“Oh come on. You know that’s how I roll, bro.”

Fury sparks in Keanu’s eyes. Maybe he wouldn’t ditch his friend to hook up with a girl. I’d laugh at his reaction if we weren’t stuck in this fucked-up situation.

“What’s the matter with you? Are you drunk?” Simon asks.

Okay, Leigh. Focus. It’s not the time to mess with Keanu. We need answers.

“I don’t know. I actually don’t remember what happened last night. I take it we never met for drinks.”

“No, jackass. You never showed up and ignored all my calls and texts.”

Keanu pulls his—my—hair back as he begins to pace.

“Damn. Okay, then. Thanks. I’ve gotta go.”

“Wa—” I end the call before Simon can finish his sentence.

I don’t know what to say to him, and Keanu can’t speak to his friend while he sounds like me.

“So, you didn’t meet up with your friend. And I was supposed to attend an event, but I canceled. I’m pretty sure we didn’t go anywhere last night.”

He stops pacing and looks in my direction. His brows are furrowed, and I read real panic in his eyes—my eyes. “Then I have no fucking clue what happened to us.”

8 KEANU

As insane as the situation is, I don’t think I’m dreaming. I’m truly stuck in Leigh’s body, and she’s stuck in mine. Now I don’t fucking know what to do, and judging by the panic in Leigh’s eyes—my eyes—she doesn’t know either.

Feeling drained and defeated, I sit on my bed, resting my elbows on my legs and dropping my head between my shoulders. “This is fucked-up.”

“Multiplied by a million. We need a plan. First, we have to find out what caused the switcheroo.”

I look up. “How are we going to do that? Ask Google?”

“It won’t hurt to try, but our chances of finding something useful there is pretty low.”

“Then what?”

Leigh snaps her fingers. “I’ll call Flora. If anyone might have an idea about what’s going on, it’s her.”

I narrow my eyes. “Why? Is she a witch?”

Leigh scowls. “She’s not a witch, but she has knowledge about… things.”

“When you say ‘things,’ you mean supernatural shit?”

“Yeah.”

I shake my head. “And yet you claim she’s not a witch. Just a weirdo, then?”

“Shut up. She’s our best chance to find answers. Hand over my phone.” She stretches her arm in my direction.

My brows furrow. “Eh… I don’t have it.”

Her eyes widen. “What do you mean, you don’t have it?”