Page 4 of Running from Drac
Where the fuck are my friends?
It takes me a full thirty minutes to find the correct hotel I was staying at. Once up in my room, I pound on the door, filledwith anger, desperation, and the need to make everything that happened disappear from existence.
A sleepy Pippa opens up the door, rubs the sleep away from her eyes, and grins.
“What’s up, Slut?” She laughs, raising a brow at my disheveled hair and crooked wardrobe. “Seems like you had fun last night?”
“Shut up, Pippa. Why the hell did you guys ditch me last night?”
“You’re the one who ditched us,” Poppy chimes in, appearing behind her twin, equally sleep deprived. “One minute we were having fun dancing at a club, the next minute you were gone. You didn’t even tell us where you went.”
“Bullshit! I would never have left without telling you guys where I was going.”
Pippa and Poppy share that stupid twin look I hate so much. We’ve been best friends since the age of twelve, but they’ve always had this secret twin language between them I didn’t understand. It was like they could read each other’s minds. Even without saying anything, I know their inner-twin telepathy is talking shit about me. I can see it in their damning eyes.
Could I feel anymore guilty?
“Well, you didn’t,” Poppy finally says, breaking the awkward silence. “What happened to you last night?”
“I don’t know. I don’t remember anything at all.”
“Nothing?” Pippa’s back to grinning again. It’s a little off-putting, especially since she and Eddie were friends before I ever met him.Will she rat me out the first chance she gets?
“Not even what I had to eat.”
Both girls giggle.
Pippa motions for me to enter the room. “It’s probably better that way. Get in here. We want to hear every dirty detail.”
“What dirty details? I told you I don’t remember anything.”
“Why don’t you start with where you woke up this morning?”
Pure dread takes over me as they turn their stupid grins my way.
Pippa’s head slightly turns to the side. “Okay, so you cheated on Eddie. Was the guy you cheated with at least hot?”
I nibble on my bottom lip.
“Oh my god! He was sexy as hell, wasn’t he?”
I sigh.
“Crap. You don’t remember anything about him, do you?”
I shake my head in frustration. “Are you done reading my mind yet, bitch?”
Pippa studies my face, then smiles triumphantly. “At least you used a condom.”
I groan in frustration. Pippa has always been able to read me like Poppy. She’s the queen of body language. In fact, she’s studying to be a criminal investigator who specializes in reading body language. I think she watches too muchCriminal Minds.
“God, I hate it when you do that.” I bury my face in my hands and fall backward onto the bed. “I have no idea who he was.”
“What did he look like? Maybe we can piece together who you went home with by ruling out some of the guys who hit on you last night.” Poppy has always been the methodical one in our group. She’s the smart twin—the one who can compute any math problem in her head while writing a novel at the same time. Even though they’re nearly identical, I can always tell who’s who because they’re both so drastically different.
“He had shoulder length dirty blonde hair. Green eyes the color of Spanish moss. A perfectly sculpted, well-manicured body, and I swear he had a nine-pack instead of a six-pack… if that’s even possible. He smelled like leather, sandalwood cologne, and sweat. Oh! Did I mention he had an Australian accent?”
Both twins’ mouths dropped in tandem. They share another look between themselves before screaming like twin banshees. I have to cover my ears to block out the shrill decibels rattling through my head.
