After We Collided (After, #2)

by Anna Todd

Hardin’s name appears on the screen, and I swipe my wet finger across the screen. “Harold?” I say into the phone. Harold? Oh Lord, I drank way too much. Hardin’s voice sounds funny and breathless when it comes through. “Tessa? Is everything okay? Did you call me?” God, his voice is heavenly. “I don’t know—does your caller ID say that I did? Because if so, there’s probably a good chance it was me.” I laugh as I say this. His tone changes. “Have you been drinking?” “Maybe,” I squeak and toss the makeshift wipe into the trash. Two drunken girls enter the area and one of them trips over her own feet, making everyone laugh. They stumble into the largest stall, and I focus my attention back on my phone call. “Where are you?” Hardin asks harshly. “Oh, calm down, would you?” He always tells me to calm down, so now it’s my turn. He sighs. “Tessa…” I can tell he’s angry, but my head’s too fuzzy to care. “How much did you drink?” he asks. “I dunno… like five. Or six. I think,” I answer and lean against the wall. The cold tile feels amazing on my hot skin through the thin material of my dress. “Five or six what?” “Sexes on the Beaches… we never had sex on the beach… That could have been fun,” I say with a smirk. I wish I could see his stupid face right now. Not stupid… beautiful. But stupid sounds better right now. “Oh God, you’re trashed,” he says. Somehow I know that he’s running his fingers through his hair. “Where are you?” he asks again. I know it’s immature, but I reply, “Somewh...

No way did you just lift this straight from fucking Fifty Shades