“Fucking whiskey,” I whisper to myself, tugging the duvet around me. “What else did you do, Sierra?”
I vaguely remember kissing Jaden, and I wince when I remember Liza and Crane finding us in the garage at the party.
Oh shit, Crane.
A succession of flashbacks hits me: Crane whispering something to me as we stand close together by the wall, me hugging him, then how silent he was on the ride home.
I remember feeling so attracted to him, and I groan, hiding my head beneath the duvet.
Tell me I didn’t try it on with him.
I’ll die if I did.
The front door opens downstairs, and I hear my brother groan.
“Yo, is anyone home?”
He sounds worse than I do.
“I’m here, but shut up, you’re so loud!” I yell back, rolling my eyes when I hear him coming up the stairs, heading for my room.
I peek over the duvet when he knocks on the door, calling for him to come in.
Kai pokes his head through, looking better than I do.
“You okay?”
“No, I’m ill,” I lie, putting off the inevitable.
I’m surprised Crane hasn’t told him already.
“Ill?”
Okay, he sounds genuinely concerned.
“Have you spoken to Crane today?” I mumble, rubbing my eyes in an attempt to show I’m not that bothered either way.
“No, why?” Kai frowns.
“Just wondered. You’re normally joined at the hip, is all.”
Shit. Crane will tell him about me being at the party, Jaden, and whatever else I got up to.
Not that he can sayshitabout what I do, I just don’t want his lectures, nor him telling my folks.
“He’s coming by later if you wanna see him.”
I turn over in bed so he can’t see me blushing before responding, “I don’t.”
“Fools.” Kai laughs, closing the door behind him.
I’m too hungover for this.
TEN
CRANE
Iwake up the following morning to the sound of my parents arguing.
