“What are you doing?” I ask as I reach for it, but Silas steps in front of me and settles me back down on my ass.
“You have ten missed calls from Blakely, a bunch of texts.” He flips through the phone, then his eyes lift to mine. “Why the fuck were you calling your parents?”
Silas’s head whips toward me. “You called your parents?”
God, they’re so invasive.
I lie back on the bed and cover my eyes. “None of your fucking business.”
“Halsey—”
“I said it’s none of your fucking business.” I yell loud enough that it probably woke up the whole floor.
Silas turns to Eli and says, “Not the right time, man.”
Eli nods and sets my phone down. “Okay.” He sets his hands on his hips. “Well, might as well get comfortable.” He moves around to the other side of the bed and pulls back the sheets before knocking his slides off and getting into bed.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“You’re not sleeping alone, so get comfortable . . . buddy.”
“Jesus fuck,” I say as I stand, but Silas gets in front of me.
“Where are you going?”
“To take a piss,” I shout. “Can I do that?”
“I prefer he doesn’t pee the bed,” Eli says.
“I prefer that he does,” Silas says with a smirk before I blow past him.
BLAKELY
“Eli’s with him?”I ask Penny. I’m trying not to lose my freaking mind over the fact I’ve been trying to contact Halsey all freaking night with no response.
“He is. He just texted me and told me to tell you,” Penny replies over the phone.
“Did he say what he was doing?”
Penny is silent for a second before she says, “He was down at the bar, drunk.”
“Drunk?” I ask. “Halsey doesn’t drink before games. Did he say what was wrong?”
“Well, they aren’t sure. Halsey won’t say anything, but Eli did look in his phone and saw that Halsey called his parents.”
“Oh no,” I say softly. “He called them today?”
“That’s what it seemed like. When they asked him about it, he said nothing. He’s passed out now in bed and will be hurting tomorrow for sure.”
“Fuck,” I whisper. “This isn’t good, Penny.”
“I remember you saying he wanted to contact his family. Do you think it went wrong?”
“It had to,” I say as I stand from my hotel bed and grip my forehead, wishing I could be in Vegas with Halsey right now to tell him whatever they said, it’s going to be okay. That he’s loved and cherished. “I know he’s wanted to contact them for a bit, but I didn’t think . . . I don’t know. I didn’t think it would go so wrong that he’d end up at a bar the night before a game. Halsey doesn’t do that. He’s very cautious about what he does before games. He wouldn’t even drink when he was injured.”
“Well, from what Eli said, there doesn’t seem to be anything you can do until tomorrow, so I think you should probably just get some sleep—at least try, I know that’s easier said than done—and hopefully he calls you in the morning.”
“And what if he doesn’t?” I ask in a panic. “What if he uses this as an excuse to push me away?”
