I stumble out of bed and instantly regret it when my head spins and vomit threatens to spew. I’ve been sweating all night. Feels like someone stuck me in a goddamn oven, and I was only in my underwear, which are stuck to me like glue. Did I come in my pants last night? Jesus Christ.
“Maybe you should lie back down,” Ellie suggests.
“No. I need to get to the bus.” I start throwing my clothes on, having to breathe through my nose so I don’t puke.
“I’ll help you.” Liam rushes over, and I throw my hand out. What is their deal? I’m not handicapped, I’m hungover. He stops in his tracks. Normally, I’d feel bad about the worry on his face, but I’m too pissed right now.
They share a look, and blood roars in my ears. “You guysfuck last night?” I wasn’t going to ask, but shit, I can’t remember anything, and it’s making my skin crawl.
Ellie gasps, horrified, and a painful look passes over her face. My stomach churns with more vomit.Shit.“Are you serious?”
I don’t spare her another glance. It hurts to see her hurt. Especially when I’m the one who keeps causing it. I can’t seem to stop.
I focus on Liam’s reaction. I’ll know if he’s lying. His face falls, and it’s like another punch to the gut. “N–”
“Don’t even humor him with a response, Liam,” Ellie grits out.
“Ya know what?” I snatch my shirt off the floor, tugging it on. “I don’t care. I’m going to the bus and going back to bed.” I stumble out the door. Liam is hot on my heels. I want to push him away, but I could use the help, so I let him throw my arm over his shoulders and lead me to the bus. I go straight to my bed, avoiding everyone, and pass out.
—
“You ready to talk about it?”Penn’s voice floats through my ears, but I keep my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep.
I’ve been holed up in my bunk as we make our way to whatever city is next on our list. I haven’t eaten since I dragged my ass in here a day ago, and as tired as I am, I’m restless. I’m afraid if I get up, I’m going to lose my shit on my bandmates, who I know don’t deserve it. Except maybe Liam. I still haven’t decided for sure if I believe his story. He said he and Ellie stayed up all night keeping an eye on me because they thought someone roofied me, and they innocently passed out.
It was easier to let them believe that. I knew that jointtasted weird, and the way the dude was snickering when he handed it to me—that should’ve been my first clue.
It was definitely laced with something. In my experience, I’m guessing MDMA. Who the fuck wastes perfectly good weed like that? Explains why I don’t remember anything. I’ve only done MDMA a couple times. It’s fun and I’d like to do it more, but mixing it with the cocktail of shit I had going through my system made it much less fun. Especially coming down.
It also explains why my boxers were stuck to me—I jizzed my pants.
“Dude, I know you’re not asleep.” Penn jumps up on the edge of the bunk and punches me in the arm. I growl and roll over, fighting the urge to kick him in the face. “Do I need to call my mom?”
I spin around to glare at him, but he’s wearing a smirk, and you know what? I want to wipe it right off his face. I tip my lip, matching his. “Will she come here and kiss it all better for me?”
His smirk morphs into a snarl. “Fuck you, asshole.”
Penn has a hot mom. It’s too bad I see her as one, too. I chuckle, but he doesn’t. Instead he bag tags me and hops off the bed, leaving me clutching my balls and holding back the urge to puke again.
Goddammit.
33
ELLIE
The constant chimingof my phone forces me from my slumber.
Olivia:
Hiiii
Olivia:
heyyyy
I smile, thankful it’s my bestie girl and not one of the guys needing something. I’m not ready to face the world yet. It’s been sixteen hours straight of traveling, and I just checked into my hotel a few hours ago.
Ellie:
