Sara's card had Kurt written on it. The tux boy from the hot tub. Her call lasted the longest of the group. But right at the end, Kurt figured out she wasn't Ella when she stumbled on details from a different night out.

"This isn't Ella," Kurt said, cracking up.

"It's Sara. Remember me? Fun in the hot tub?"

Kurt burst out laughing. "Little Bunny? No way. Sweet, give me your digits. Let's def hang."

Sara quickly gave him her number.

Before he could reply further, Ella grabbed her phone back from Sara.

"Bye, Kurt!" Ella hollered into the phone. Then she clicked it off.

Sara shook with laughter. Had she really just given Kurt her number?

"Okay! I want a turn," Ella said. She turned to Sara. "Soooo...I'm going to pretend to be you, Sara!" She clicked her fingers. "Give me your cellphone."

Sara obediently handed over her personal phone.

Ella punched in a number. "I'm going to call Bentley," she crowed.

The other girls, including Sara, huddled closer.

Now Sara should have been freaking out. Ella was calling the boy with the beautiful name using Sara's phone.

But Sara wasn't in her right mind. AGAIN. Actually none of the girls really were. But especially Sara.

Ella pinched up her face. She seemed to make her mouth more narrow.

She's imitating me, Sara realized. It was actually quite fascinating to watch.

The girls listened to the phone ring. Once. Twice. He picked up on the third ring.

"Hello?" a sexy as F voice said from Sara's phone.

Ella had the phone on speaker. "Oh...um...is this...is this Bentley?" Ella asked. She had to put a pillow over her face to keep from exploding out loud in fits of laughter.

He didn't answer. Instead he asked, "Who is this?"

Holy actual friggin crap he sounded good on a phone.

Ella's shoulders shook with laughter. She took a deep breath to try to compose herself.

"Oh...um...this is...um..." Ella said slowly.

Wow, do I really say 'um' that much? Sara wondered in her half-awake state of mind.

"I didn't catch that. Who is this?" He was starting to get angry.

Before Ella could continue, she suddenly flung the phone to Sara. "I'm gonna be sick." Ella quickly covered her mouth with her hands and sped away towards the bathroom.

Trish jumped up to chase after her. Probably to check that Ella was okay. Puking and all.

Sara stared down at the phone in her lap. It looked like her phone, but somehow it now wasn't. This phone had Bentley's husky voice coming out of it.

Sara tentatively picked up her phone. She placed it to her ear.

The phone had clicked off of speaker when Ella threw it. It was back to just a normal speaker. So the girls around Sara could no longer hear Bentley's voice.

"It's Erna," Sara said. She made herself keep a straight face. Was she really talking to Bentley? On her phone????

There was a deafening pause. "Sara?" His voice sounded different all of a sudden. It had grown...tender.

"Yes, it's Sara. Sorry. We...we were just playing a game..." Sara burst out laughing now. She couldn't hold it in any longer.

"What's he saying?" Kimber asked from across the room. Her eyes bulged with curiosity.

"Wait, hold on," Sara told her. She put the phone back to her ear. "Bentley?" As if he'd hang up on you, girl!

"Sara? What's going on? Are you hurt?...Hold up...who gave you this number?"

Please just keep talking. Don't stop talking. Never stop talking, Sara thought dreamily.

She had to shake herself out of her reverie to answer Bentley's questions.

"Um...what did you say? Sorry, I had something really weird to drink. I thought it was Sprite. My brain is all 'hey-I'm-crazy-town' right about now." Sara started to hiccup and snort at the same time. If she knew she was doing that, she would have been flaming red with embarrassment.

"Ah, you're at Ella's Sexy Sleepover, aren't you?" he asked.

Sara was about to reply, when someone grabbed the phone from her hand.