Dollhouse A Novel (Kim Kardashian) by Kim Kardashian

Author:Kim Kardashian
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2011-11-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

Kyle

“Die, assholes!” Kyle yelled.

She tapped the screen of Beau’s iPad repeatedly, dispersing more grapefruit and strawberry bombs. They arced toward the killer zombies that were slowly stumbling their way toward her majestic princess castle. She had to kill the ones with the yellow eyes first, because they were the most powerful. The rest of them, the red-eyed ones, were useless—except when there was a pack of twenty or more, at which point their strength and speed increased exponentially.

Level three ended: 2,438 points. Awesome.

As Kyle waited for level four to start, she thought about Kass, wondering if she had made it home safely. Kass had taken off about an hour ago to make the ten-minute walk to the house she shared with Kamille. Kyle had tried to get her to crash in her old bedroom, but Kass had insisted on sleeping at her own place . . . “in case Eduardo comes over, plus I need to fold the laundry and do my taxes.” WTF?

Kass had also insisted on driving, but Kyle had very cleverly taken her car keys away from her and hidden them in the refrigerator, in a tub of Greek yogurt. It was the smart thing to do, considering that Kass had personally polished off about a gallon of Patrón.

Level four booted up. Kyle sat up straight and adjusted the beach towel she was wearing. (It was a warm night for November, and she’d taken a spontaneous dip in the pool just after Double D-Lite.) One of the red-eyed zombies lurched menacingly across the drawbridge. Kyle repositioned her earphones, which were blasting the game’s screeching metal sound track, and prepared to attack.

It was then that she felt a light tap on her shoulder.

She screamed and jumped to her feet. Benjy was standing behind her, smiling sheepishly.

“What the fuck?” Kyle shouted.

Benjy said something that she didn’t hear. She realized that she still had on her earphones. She yanked them off and repeated: “What . . . the . . . fuck?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Benjy apologized. “What are you playing?”

“Zombies versus Fruit Salad, if you must know,” Kyle replied testily. “What are you doing here?”

“Um, I live here? I just got back from—”

Kyle fake-yawned. “That’s fascinating. You can go now.”

“Yeah, well . . . you might want to know that my dad texted me before, and they’re going to be home in like five minutes. And I’m not sure how psyched they’re going to be when they see your party spread.”

“What party spread?”

“This one?” Benjy waved at the coffee table, which was littered with two Patrón bottles, two shot glasses, pizza crusts, a bag of Double Stuf Oreos, and half a joint.

Oops.

“Yeah, I guess I’d better clean that up,” Kyle agreed, massaging her temples. Her head was still spinny from the tequila, not to mention all the zombie-killing. “What time’s it, anyway?”

A car door slammed outside. Benjy glanced around, then began methodically picking up the items and stashing them under the couch.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Kyle demanded.

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