Evelyn
I had been drunk with Jacob, and I didn't even trust myself enough to not do anything s****l around him. Did we do anything? Kiss, hug, make out? s**t! s**t! s**t! I can't even remember anything.
"Evelyn." Clara's voice brought me back to the present, my eyes snapping to her.
"Don't worry, Clara," I mumbled, walking over to the fridge and retrieving the bottle of chilled orange juice- a staple in our household because Dad knew how much I loved it, more than beer. "I took the med that apparently neither you nor Dad left on the nightstand. It'll help."
"Well... maybe Jacob left it?"
"I guess he did. There's no one else I can think of in this house where only four of us are living right now, given that one is an unwanted guest," I shrugged, feeling something strange cr
