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FREYA
Things have a way of…escalatingwhen Annika and I get together.
Quickly.
But tonight may just set a new record.
A loud, alcohol-fueled snore pulls my attention around behind me. I snort as I glance at Annika, face down on one of two hotel beds, still in her party dress, her red hair spread wide around her like a crime scene.
The other bed is occupied by Hana Mori, Kenzo’s sister—who, it turns out, issuper fucking cool. She’s also fast asleep after getting wasted with us. But unlike the hot mess in the other bed that is my best friend, Kenzo’s sister is her usual surgically put-together self.
Her silvery, white-blonde hair isperfect, tucked back and to the side across the pillow. The dress she wore tonight is hung on a hanger on the bathroom door. She’s actually under the covers, neatly, face-up, with her hands folded across her chest.
…I mean the girl is wearing a fuckingeye mask.
I’vedreamedof having my shit as together as Hana does when she’s even just fuckingsleeping.
I too have been drinking all night. But I paced myself, which is good considering the whole car chase thing and crossing the border and all that.
Ididsay things had escalated quickly.
The night started innocently enough. Annika’s sister Taylor took Annika, her friend Fumi—who’s actually Kenzo’s half-sister, but that’s a long story—and me out for aninsanelyamazing dinner at an incredible three-star Michelin restaurant. Taylor and Fumi had to leave after dinner because they’ve got court early tomorrow morning, being hot-shot lawyers. That’s when Anni and I were joined by Hana.
I blame the karaoke that came next as the first domino that started everything that brought us here. The several rounds of drinks probably didn’t help. Neither did the three of us showing off our “hidden talents”.
Hana, for instance, can take a shot without using her hands. As for me, I found a group of drunk, stupid, horny finance douchebros and told one I wanted to connect with him later and let him “fuck me like an animal”.
…The epitome of my “dirty talk”. Lame, I know.
The point wasn’t to screw the douchebag. It was to get him to hand me his unlocked phone so I could give him my number.
Instead, I promptly Venmo-ed myself five grand from his checking account.
And that’s when Annika, Hana, and I decided to get the hell out of Dodge.
It was outside the club though that things really went south. Like an idiot, I told Hana that Anni was a master thief. That she could steal anything. “Even sports cars!” I bragged.
And it would seem Hana is as much a situation escalator as Anni and I are. Because soon we were basically daring Annika to break into the freaking Bugatti parked down the street.
Before I knew it, the three of us were joyriding around Lower Manhattan in a stolen three-hundred-thousand-dollar supercar, and the cops showed up behind us. To make it even more fun, I had a lit joint, and Hana had a gun in her purse that she didn’texactlyhave a permit for.
Yeah.
If we were smart, we would have cut our losses and hired a good lawyer right then. But, screw that.
I exhale, taking a sip of the vodka in my glass, courtesy of the hotel room mini bar. I turn back to the window and lean my forehead against it, looking out over Montreal.
Yeah.Montreal.
Again, I can’t quite underline the word “escalated” enough.
A car chase to get away from the cops turned into ahighway chaseto get away from the state troopers. At that point, you might as well go for broke, right?
So that’s what we did. We just…booked it. An hour later, roaring up I-87, we’d lost them.
Thanks, stupidly fast stolen supercar.
Pretty soon, we realized we really weren’t that far from the Canadian border. And since itwasa bachelorette party, and wewereall hyped up on adrenaline, we said screw it and kept going. We ditched the car and Hana’s gun in a small border town, took a taxi through Customs, and pretty soon we were at a club in downtown Montreal losing our minds on the dance floor.
