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mascara-stained face and my general unkempt appearance. I looked down and paled when I realized where the wet-looking blotch on my dress probably came from. Obviously, Jason wasn’t the only one I’d thrown up on.
    â€œShe can spend the night at our house,” Monet replied, “but I’d better call her mom as soon as we get home.” She remembered her companion. “Can we give Scott a ride home first?”
    I was sobering up, which was unfortunate.
    â€œI’ll talk to her,” I said. “It’s okay. She’ll understand.”
    Mom didn’t answer her cell, so I left a brief message telling her that I was spending the night at Monet’s and not to worry. I closed my eyes and the next thing I knew, we were at Monet’s.
    The next morning, Monet’s voice woke me up. “Sophie, it’s after nine.”
    I was disoriented and dehydrated. I was lying in Monet’s bed, wearing a pair of her pajamas. There was a bucket on the floor next to me.
    The events of the previous night came rushing back to me. “Oh, no.” I moaned.
    â€œDo you feel like eating anything? Dev made breakfast.”
    The mention of food made my stomach churn. I felt like I’d been eating ashes or something, but I dragged myself out of bed and went to the mirror.
    I looked like the main character in The Corpse Bride, paper-white with huge purple bags under my eyes. Somehow, this was all Angie Vogel’s fault, that I’d made a fool of myself at the dance, that I had to be rescued by Dev, that I had a hangover the size of an elephant.
    I stared in the mirror. I would make her pay. I just didn’t know how.
    I didn’t even bother to fix my makeup or comb my hair. Dev had seen me at my worst already. And I wasn’t trying to impress him, anyway.
    Every step made my head pound, but I made it downstairs, even though I had to rest once I got to the bottom. I was never going to drink again, intentionally or otherwise.
    â€œHow are you feeling?” Monet asked when I entered the room.
    â€œLike hell warmed over,” I said.
    Dev snorted. He was wearing jeans, a T-shirt, no shoes. He stood in front of the stove flipping pancakes. “You look it, too. Are you hungry?”
    â€œGod, no,” I said. “Do you have any aspirin?”
    After a couple of Tylenols and a bottle of water, I felt a minuscule bit better. I watched Monet and Dev eat in silence.
    â€œAre you sure you wouldn’t like some?” Dev said. “My theory is that you should eat something sugary to cure a hangover.”
    â€œYou’d know,” Monet said. “Remember when we were freshmen, Sophie? And Dev came home from that party completely wasted?”
    â€œI have no room to talk,” I commented.
    â€œTrue,” Dev said. “And at least I wasn’t letting a creep like Jason Brady maul me in front of the entire school.” The scorn in his voice scorched into my brain.
    I glared at him, but he ignored me.
    â€œBesides, I’m more mature now. I’ve learned to handle my alcohol,” he added.
    â€œYeah, right,” Monet said. “What about right before school started?”
    He ignored her. “Are you sure you don’t want anything to eat?”
    His sister looked up curiously. “The batter will go to waste otherwise,” he added brusquely.
    â€œMaybe I could eat a little,” I replied. My headache had gone away and so had the sick feeling in my stomach.
    Dev made another batch of pancakes and I plowed through them.
    â€œI was starving,” I said. “Thanks.”
    â€œDo you want to hang out here today?” Monet said.
    â€œNo, thanks, I’ve got to get home,” I said. “Mom’s probably going to be worried about me.”
    But when I got home, the house was empty. There was a note on the fridge from Mom saying that she’d gone to the office.
    I went into my room and pulled the covers over my