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TWENTY-SIX
OCTAVIA
"Thank God! I thought you would never get home!" Morgan shouts as soon as I shut the front door behind me.
"I was gone for one night," I groan, shrugging off my jacket.
"Okay, whatever." She waves me off before grinning, oddly excited. "Let's hang out today. I miss you."
Guilt washes over me. I know she doesn’t mean anything by it, but it hurts. I'm aware that I haven't exactly been spending a lot of time with her lately—considering everything that's been going on with me. I'm totally the world's worst best friend.
"Yeah, sounds good to me. What do you wanna do?"
"Well..." she hesitates slightly, sticking her bottom lip out in a pout. Oh no. "As you know, it's Matt's birthday next weekend and I have to look hot as hell," she hints, batting her eyelashes.
I shake my head so fast the room spins. "Nope. No way. We are not going shopping."
Shopping with Morgan is pure torture. She's one of those girls who has to stop at every single store in the mall to try on almost every single article of clothing. I would rather spend an entire day watching paint dry.
"Come on, Ava. Please? For me?" Shit, her puppy dog eyes are starting to wear me down.
I huff and swear under my breath. "Fine, but we're not spending the entire day there! And you have to buy me lunch."
"Yay! Hurry up and get ready—you smell like a guy," she cringes, pushing me in the direction of my bedroom.
"Okay, okay, you crazy-woman. I'm going." I shove her hands away and hurry into my room.
After spending way too long in the shower, I get out and slip on a robe. Morgan comes barreling into the room—right after I pull my nice-ish underwear on.
"You're seriously not ready yet? Hurry the hell up."
"Um, in case you didn't notice, I'm half-naked," I inform her, gesturing to my body.
"And? We've been skinny dipping together," she shrugs, plopping herself down on my bed. She eyes me up with a grin. "Cute set, by the way. Are you planning on getting laid or what?"
I spin around, wide-eyed. I pull Oakley's hoodie and leggings on with a sigh. "A girl can wear cute underwear for herself, you know," I grumble.
Okay, maybe I have been trying a bit harder lately, but that's none of her business.
"If you say so. I still don't understand how you haven't hopped on that yet. God knows I would have. The guy is smokin' hot."
I flip her the middle finger. She should be nagging Oakley about that. He's the one who constantly stops us.
"Focus on your boyfriend, M. He's not exactly ugly either," I point out while carefully filling in my eyebrows.
"Oh, I know," she smirks. I catch her wink in the vanity mirror and put a finger in my mouth to gag at what she's insinuating. Morgan has never been subtle.
I stand up from my chair and notice one of Morgan's shoes lying on the ground. With a mischievous grin, I pick up the high-top sneaker and whip it at her head.
"You bitch!" she screams, her head snapping up in my direction. She reaches up and rubs the spot where the shoe hit her. "What the hell was that for?"
"I had to get your attention somehow," I tease. "You coming or what?"
"Remind me why I'm friends with you again?" she asks with a glare.
"Cause I'm just so damn lovable?"
"You're funny. Let's go."
