Chapter 11 Responsibility

That night's drinking plan was derailed, but Sadie didn't mind. Instead, she texted Noelle. "I saw you get into a car with some ridiculously young, hot guy. He looks like a freaking male escort! Get it, girl! I won't keep you. Go have fun!" Noelle laughed to herself as she popped a frozen pizza into the microwave. Hunter had dropped her off at home and left. They'd exchanged numbers, but there was none of the entanglement Sadie had imagined. Still, Noelle couldn't stop her mind from circling back to the kiss from that night. She pressed her hands to her cheeks, trying to steady her thoughts. After eating, she forced herself into bed and was determined not to overthink just so she could get some sleep. In her own apartment, she slept more soundly than she had in years. When she woke up, she found dozens of missed calls, all from the same unknown number. She called back, and Clifford's furious voice exploded through the line. "You finally picked up, Noelle! While you were out me