I don’t know when I fell asleep, but when I wake up, I’m in the backseat and light is streaming through my window. “Shit!” I cried, sitting up and looking around me. Cooper was sitting calmly to my right, apparently I had had my head on his knee, using it as a pillow.
“Good morning,” he replied calmly, taking a sip of a beer.
Typical. Of course Cooper would already have a beer even though it was… “What time is it?” I asked, though there are a million other things I could say.
He glanced at his watch, “Eight-thirty. Your mom called at 5, I told her you’d left your phone by accident, and that you were at Sara’s. Sara agreed to cover for you. She also said to tell you something about stabbing yourself in the same place twice doesn’t make either less painful.”
I sighed, “Of course she did.”
“So,” he said, “Can we talk?”
“About what?” I asked bitterly, “How determined you are to destroy my life?”
He went quiet. I turned away to hide my arriving tears, I didn’t want to have to deal with this right now.