No. She needs to collect a package

Betsie just stepped into the shower when the doorbell rang. 'Fuck it', she thought. There was no way Betsie was getting out the shower until all the sweat, banana, dirt and anything else horrible was washed way. Betsie scrubbed deep, lathered, shampooed, conditioned and scrubbed some more. Unfortunately she couldn't wash away the memory of what just happened, or the humiliation she felt. It look awhile before she eventually felt human again. Betsie turned off the shower and stepped onto the bathroom floor. She had been in the shower that long that the whole room was misted.

Wrapping a towel around her body and another around her hair, Betsie returned to her bedroom. She grabbed some clothes and her hairdryer and went to her mum's room. Betsie knew she would have to tidy her room but she couldn't deal with that right now. Instead she dried her hair, got dressed and tried to feel normal.

When she went back downstairs about half an hour after the doorbell rang, she noticed a piece of card that had been pushed through the front door. It was from Amazon saying the had left a delivery at number 23. "Fuck that. I'm not going across there to get the parcel. Mum can do it especially after the morning I've had." It appeared that fate, however, was not her friend. Her phone rang. Betsie answered with a typical teenage greeting of, "What?"

Unfazed, her Mum replied, "Are you up?"

"Yes."

'Well at least that's something,' thought her Mum. "Good, because I'm expecting a delivery."

"Yeah. Just been. At number 23." Betsie continued to form sentences using the minimal amount of syllables as possible.

"Where were you when he knocked?"

"Getting boned by two studs."

Her mother just sighed. "You wit is something to behold. Just get the delivery."

"Nah! He's fucking creepy."

"It's only a package not a date. Just get the delivery." Betsie's mum was losing her patience.

"You fuckin' get the package!" Betsie spat.

"Do as you're told and get the fucking package!" her Mum shouted back before hanging up.

Betsie stared at her phone while a solitary thought entered her brain. That thought was: Oh fuck!