Two Weeks Later...
- Tesla Williams -
I stand from the couch and race to the toilet, throwing up my breakfast. This is the third day in a row that I've thrown up. I must have the stomach flu. I wash my mouth out and head to the kitchen. I'm unscrewing the cap of a water bottle when I hear a knock on the front door. The doorbell follows a second later. I open the door but see no one there. I frown. Suddenly, Santana and Kyle burst into the house, scaring the bejesus out of me.
I clutch my chest as I glare at the two of them. "Holy s**t. I think I just pissed my pants. What the hell is wrong with you guys?"
Kyle laughs. "Light a match and hold my hair back. That was great," she cries, holding her stomach.
"You could've killed me," I exclaim. I find myself joining in on the laughter as
