How to Lose a Best Friend by Jordan K. Casomar

Author:Jordan K. Casomar
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MTV Books
Published: 2024-09-10T00:00:00+00:00

chapter twenty-three IMOGEN

I woke up in my bed on top of my comforter, still in my dress from the night before, my shoes off, a blanket over me. When I sat up, it felt like my whole skull was about to implode, which meant that, unfortunately, everything that had happened the night before wasn’t all just a bad, bad dream. The last thing I remembered was lying on the couch, sobbing into a pillow as Trevor and Manny cleaned up.

My phone was on my nightstand, along with a glass of water, a bottle of Gatorade, some Advil, and a handwritten note.

Mornin, Gen, the note read. I bet you’re not feelin too well. I got you some things to help. I know the drill, used to do the same for my moms. Not that you’re anything like her, I mean. Anyway, last night got a little crazy, huh? I want to talk about everything when you feel better,’cause this might cause some problems. But now, deep breaths, drink this water, chug this Gatorade, pop those pills. Everything’s gonna be okay. Be kind to yourself.

P.S. You sleep cute.

I realized I was holding my breath and let it out in a big exhale. I was so relieved Trevor didn’t hate me for what happened. I was already so mad at myself, I couldn’t handle Trevor feeling some kind of way too.

“God, what were you thinking,” I said to myself. My voice was scratchy and on the verge of going out from crying so much.

I sighed and grabbed my phone. “Time to assess the damage, I guess,” I said as I opened up my message thread with Zeke. I had vague, patchy memories of writing the message I sent him after a couple shots of what little alcohol was left. Zeke had read my messages last night, but he hadn’t responded, and it was almost noon.

I jumped over to Instagram and groaned when I saw my feed full of memes making fun of Zeke. They were going to make everything so much worse. There were some about me, too, but not many. People went after me in the comments instead. They called me a ho, a slut, a tease, a bitch, and I wasn’t sure they were wrong. I scrolled through my feed and messaged each and every person who had posted something about Zeke, asking them to stop. Yeah, it was kind of a pathetic thing to do, and it most likely wasn’t gonna work at all, but I couldn’t think of a better option.

After sending a few dozen messages, I rolled out of bed to change into some pajamas. The moment I stood up, the pain behind my eyes got knife-sharp, and I buckled to the ground. Just like the night before, right before I fucked everything up.

“No, none of that, Gen. Remember what Trev said. Be kind to yourself,” I said, my voice whisper-quiet, even though I knew the house was empty. I used the wall for support as I left my room and started down the hallway.

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