The Saturday morning after girls’ night is never good. It’s after eleven o’clock and I haven’t even gotten out of bed yet. My head feels like it’s been in a blender. Oh… the damn blender. I’ve got to tell Jules to keep me away from that thing. I think we went too far experimenting with ‘girly drinks’ last night.
What was great about last night, though, was Randy. I finally figured it out!
While Hannah was busy telling everyone about her latest conquest (God, she’s such a slut… more on that later… right now, the thought makes me sick…), Jules and I snuck away to my room for that bag of chips I was hiding in my emergency stash. Of course, due to overuse of the blender, I forgot that I let Randy ransack my junk food stash when he had the munchies the other night.
We knew it was pointless, but we went to ask Randy if he had any food. We found him with a couple of his friends… loud horrible music and all. Of course, they had no food, but when one of the guys told us they just ordered pizza, we decided to stay. So much for girls’ night.
That’s when it happened. Jules sat next to Randy, and he seemed to forget anyone else was in the room. Suddenly everything became clear. Randy really did have something on his mind the other night… but not about me… about Jules! Obviously! The more I think about it, the more sense it makes. Hell, he even asked about her that night. I’m an idiot.
And I need to get my lazy ass out of bed. It’s almost noon… and I’m hungry.
Damn… there’s no way I’m going to make it to Preston Hall in time for pancakes…
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