Your cell phone rings, waking you from a peaceful sleep. You reluctantly climb out of bed to find it, wrapping a sheet around you and cursing whoever decided it was a good idea to call you at 5 am. Stumbling towards your phone, you smile at the blonde girl still sleeping, remembering the night before. You flip your phone open without checking the caller ID.
“Hello,” you say, your voice laced with the effects of sleep.
“Marissa Cooper,” the voice on the other end screeches. “Where the hell are you, young lady?”
“Yeah, nice to hear from you, too, Mom,” you say sarcastically.
“Where...