Free Always Us (We Were Us Series Book 2) by Unknown Page B

What are you doing in here?” Stef asked.
    “I, um, I was just, um, doing homework.” I smiled weakly.
    “At a party?” She sounded like Michelle.
    “Yeah. I was bored, but I can leave if--”
    “No. It’s okay. We’ll leave.” She pushed blond guy back out the door and shut it behind her. She gave me a sympathetic smile as she closed the door.
    I was pathetic.
    Hiding in a back room while a party rages on out there. Yep, pathetic. I slammed the book closed and decided to rejoin the party.

CHAPTER EIGHT
     
    Stefanie had gone home with Blond Guy, Lauren had driven Brandon back to his dorm and assumed she stayed there, and I all but carried Michelle up the stairs to our apartment and into her bed. The night ended with Michelle dancing on the breakfast bar and guys handing her dollars.
    “Jenna?” Michelle croaked from across the room.
    I was sitting on my bed actually reading the chapter I’d attempted last night and reading ahead so I didn’t get behind again.
    “I’m here.”
    “What happened?” She rolled over and pressed her hands to her eyes. “Why is it so bright in here?”
    “The lights are off. I have a reading lamp attached to my book. The curtains are pulled as tight as possible. You’re hung over.”
    She groaned and pulled the comforter over her head. “Never let me do that again.”
    “Deal.” I shut my books and stood over her bed. “Need coffee?” I asked.
    “Yes please. And food. I don’t think I ate anything last night.”
    “Okay, I’ll be right back.”
    As far as I could tell, Stefanie and Lauren weren’t home yet. I was afraid to check, just in case one of them had a boy here. But all was quiet in that part of the apartment.
    I brewed the coffee and made toast with Nutella and took it back to Michelle.
    “What time is it?” she moaned.
    “Three in the afternoon.” I grimaced.
    “Oh, my God. I slept all day?”
    I laughed. “Well, yeah. We were at Andrew’s all night long. Probably until three in the morning, but you were passed out before then.”
    “What happened?” She sat up in bed and took a gulp of coffee.
    “It was a pretty low key event until you turned up the stereo and danced on the breakfast bar.”
    “I did what?” The look on her face was priceless. A mix between horror, amusement, pride, and disbelief.
    “Yeah. You chugged whatever that blue juice was, like five cups of it, then kissed one of Andrew’s friends on the mouth. You climbed on the bar and shook what your mama gave you.” I burst out laughing. The whole thing was rather spectacular. The guy she kissed was shocked, as were Andrew and I.
    “I kissed a guy and I don’t even remember it?”
    “I’m sure we can find out who you kissed. Want me to call Andrew?” I was half joking, but the look on her face told me she was serious. “Okay, I’ll call him.” I smiled.
    “Right now?”
    “Sure, if you want me to.”
    “I do, I need a boyfriend.”
    Our conversation was interrupted by her phone ringing. I laughed a little to myself. It wasn’t my phone this time.
    “Hey mom.” Michelle was trying really hard not to sound hung over or half asleep. “What?” she threw the covers off of herself and stood up. “Well, that’s just really crappy.” She paced our small room. “Okay, I’ll let Jenna know.” She stopped walking. “I think she has a right to know, mom.” She looked over at me. I wish I knew what she was talking about. “Mom. I got it. Bye.” She hung up and looked over at me again.
    “What was that about?” I asked.
    “It’s my dad. He’s not going to trial.”
    “What?”
    “Yeah, the lawyers are just doing a mediation. He probably won’t even do jail time.”
    I sat on the bed. I didn’t even know what to think. After all this time, after everything he’s done to me, my mom, to Michelle and nothing even happens.
    “Are you sure?”
    “Kind of. I mean, it’s not for sure, but that’s what my mom just said.”
    “That sucks.”
    “Yeah. I wish