"Turn that damn ringer off Kelly or so help me god."
Marley groaned as yet another loud chime sliced into her ears, rolling over into her pillow and circling her sheets and quilt around her body like a human burrito.
"Why does it have to be my phone?!"
"Nobody cares about Ryan's sweet morning messages AT SEVEN O'CLOCK IN THE f*****g MORNING!" Tristan growled out loudly, over the sound of three more chimes.
"That's not even my ringtone!"
"And it won't be me calling my mother because my phone is smashed into a million pieces!"
"It's not my f*****g ringtone! See?!"
Marley squeezed her eyes shut tightly and hoped for another quiet 15 minutes that Friday morning, but four more consecutive chimes told her that wouldn't be happening.
"MARLEY! GABBY! Check your damn phones before I go all
