I shouted something profane, I’m sure, and hung up on Max, getting out of bed and walking into my bathroom to take a shower.

How had I slept so late? I wondered under the stream of hot water. Well, it probably had something to do with the fact that I’d stayed out later than probably ever before, and by the time Max and I finished the movie it was even later.

How had Max gotten out and gone to lunch? He’d stayed up as late as I had. Probably later. Well, I guess he was used to staying out so late. And now, playing match maker. I groaned. I hated him at that moment.

The thought of Jake asking about me still made me smile a little. A little . I was probably going to be going to the party that night, I knew.

I hopped out of the shower and changed, looking my clothes over before pulling something on this time, however. Stupid Max, making plans for me.

As soon as I was dressed I grabbed my cell phone, calling him.

“Yeah?” he asked, laughter in his voice.

“When’s the party?” I grumbled.