My Mistake, So Predictable

Saturday: Hailey’s House



“Errrgggg” I groan, dragging my hand down my disgusting feeling face, compared to my fuzzy teeth though my skin felt like a fluffy cloud. My ringtone starts over and I throw my pillow at my phone. I would rather sleep on the bare mattress than have to cross the room to where my phone was currently hiding under a dirty shirt.

What felt like minutes pass before my phone goes off yet off again with my best friend, Tabby’s personalized ringtone. I count the number off in my head, irritated as hell. Three times. Three f’n times she had woke me up this morning.

I lunge across the room and snatch it off the floor before the song ends and anwer with an angry press of my thumb, “Tabs, love, if you value your life at all, you will delete this number from your contact list.” I speak slowly to her and hobble back to my sanctuary, nursing my throbbing head in my hands.

She ignores me like I knew she would, “So did you drink at all last night?” Her bubbly voice echoes through the electronic, making my ears ring with annoyance and my head pound painfully.

“You’re doing that on purpose!” I hiss, turning down the volume on the side of my phone until she sounds like she was whispering.

“Doing what?” she asks innocently, her voice barely recognizable at the low setting.

“Git.” I mumble, flopping backwards onto my messy bed. I reach my hand around and come up with my shirt from last night. A few more seconds and my shorts emerge, followed by my hair tie and necklace. “Yeah,” I confirm, “I drank a lot.”

“I figured. You always turn British when you have a hangover.” She chuckles and I agree reluctantly, “So how was the party?” Tabitha asks, then a crashing sound sends me flying to my feet unsteadily, “Tabby?” I call out, worry flooding through me. I think of her hurting herself or worse, one of the few unbroken furniture items we have left in the house. It had become an almost tradition that at every party we throw that something has to break. We were down to a few chairs, an old table, and a very wobbly couch that squeaked if you sat down on anywhere but the very edge. So we really couldn't risk losing any more furniture at the moment.

“Shit, sorry.” She giggles, “I was trying to bounce a potato.”

“Bounce a-?” I wonder for a second and then gave up, “Never mind.” I had learned quickly to not question Tabitha whenever she got the urge to express the messed up side of her personality. It was a common occurence.

“What is Max up to this morning?” I ask about our third roommate. snuggling back under my warm blankets. It felt like heaven compared to the icy, air conditioned igloo my room had become over night.

“He went on a coffee run; I told him you wanted the usual.” She says and I moan in anticipation. “Coffee sounds killer right now.”

Tabby scoffs, “Yeah. I figured it would. That’s why I also told him to get an extra, extra large with extra cream and sugar.”

“Tabs, I love you.” I tell her, getting up for a second to close away the burning sun that is streaming in through my window, “Seriously, screw guys. You know more about me then any one ever could.”

She laughs, “Let’s just go gay for each other.”

“I concur so highly, you don’t even know.” I laugh, “How will we break it to your boyfriend, Pierre? He seems pretty into you.” I tuck one arm under my head, wincing as pins and needles shot down it.

I hear her sigh and I giggle, “I hate that nickname.” She tells me, annoyed. “Just because he’s French doesn’t mean you can call him Pierre,” She pauses, “Or Pepe Roni.”

“Oh god, I forgot about that one!” I chuckle with obvious mirth; I loved picking on the guy and she knew it. “He wasn’t so amused when I called him that the first time.”

“He’s a good sport though.” She tells me, and I hear a door slam, echoing throughout the house and my phone. “Coffee’s here!” I hear Max shout.

“See you in two seconds,” I tell her and we both hang up. I quickly throw on a sweater and shorts over my bra and underwear and take off down the hallway, sliding to a stop beside Max; who hands over my coffee without a word.

“You’re a savior, Max.” I tell him, kissing his definitely not recently shaved cheek. “What would I do without you?”

“Die a horrible and hungry death, caused by extreme hangovers and lack of caffeine?” he jokes, pushing a chair over for me to sit on. I flop down, and wrap my hands around the hot drink, sipping it slowly to savor it. “Mmm, this is pure bliss.”

“HOT HOT!” Tabby hops around, shrieking, startling me into sloshing my drink down my leg, “IT’S LIKE FIRE IN MY MOUTH!”

“Tabs, you moron!” Max leaps after her and pushes her head forcefully down into the sink, turning the faucet on in her open mouth. “You don’t chug the burning hot liquid!”

A few seconds later she emerges, drenched hair and eye makeup streaming down her face. “I think I burned my tongue.” Tabby licks her lips and nods to confirm it.

“Cheers.” I tell her, toasting my cup her way. “Thanks for the burn mark by the way.” I flip her off with a smile.

She pouts, “Do you even feel the least bit bad for me?”

“That you’re an idiot?” I say innocently, batting my eyelashes, “No, sweetie.”

She fake punches my arm and pushes me off the stool, just barely giving me enough time to place my coffee cup down on the rickety table. “Our lesbian relationship is over!” She shouts, and then gently kicks my rib cage for emphasis; to which I groan loudly and fake intense pain by rolling around and holding my side.

Max rolls his eyes and leaves the room, snatching his cup up on the way out, “Girls,” He mumbles.