#Chapter17

I wake up to the alarm on my phone. Oh God, my head is killing me. I'm never drinking again. Well, that's what we all say after a good night of drinking. I sit up in bed, holding my head.

Andrés - Sammy.

Sammy - Ugh, you scared me. What are you doing in my room?

Andrés - We need to talk.

Sammy - Correction, you and I have nothing to talk about.

Andrés - Yes, we do. What happened last night?

Sammy - I don't know what you're talking about.

I lie because I know exactly what he's talking about, but I pretend not to.

Andrés - The...