And then the cab hits a pothole and my stomach starts to twist in on itself, sending a shooting pain right through me. I touch my abdomen as it intensifies. I retract my arm from Lily and grip the door handle of the cab. What the fuck is happening?
“Lo?”
I open my mouth to speak, but a wave of nausea crashes into me.
“Lo?!” Her high-pitched voice quiets the car.
“Pull over,” I hear my brother say. “Pull overnow!” My head is a blur. I plant my hand over my lips, and as soon as the cab stops and the door flings open, I am on the road retching. My throat sears and my muscles burn.
Everything starts coming up. But for each heave, my head pounds, my body aches, and I think some animal wants to crawl out of my stomach. It claws and scrapes and tears up my insides.
“Did he drink?” Rose’s cold voice pricks my ears in the background.
“What the fuck did you drink?!” Ryke yells at me, his voice louder.
I shake my head and puke again, cars whizzing by and honking their horns like I’m another drunken college student on Spring Break. But I didn’t have one fucking beer. Noteven a drop of whiskey. I don’t understand. I don’t get it. I did nothing wrong.
Lil clutches my arm, and I briefly meet her eyes, and the flood of disappointment feels worse than this pain.
I didnothingwrong.
But I don’t have the voice to say it.
I’m too busy throwing up.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
LILY CALLOWAY
I spendthe entire night with Lo in the hotel bathroom, wiping his clammy forehead with a warm washcloth and making sure he isn’t sick enough for a hospital.
I think we all overreacted in the cab. But it was clear that his illness wasn’t from food poisoning. He literally just took a bite of his fish taco. Food poisoning doesn’t work that fast. So we all figured Antabuse was to blame—which meant one thing.
He had alcohol.
Ryke yelled at Lo while he puked his guts up on the side of the road, but I didn’t believe that Lo could have been secretly tossing back whiskey shots or some other concoction. Not when we were all sitting at the table. He’s not that stupid.
But there was an inkling of doubt creeping in. Thewhat iftaking over my mental process.Addicts lie. I just never thought Lo would start lying to me too. We have been a unit for so long that I didn’t realize I could be pushed out so easily—and without warning. I wondered, for a short moment, that if he could lie all this time about being sober, then he could be keeping other secrets from me. And I wouldn’t even know it.
Connor was the one to shush everyone’s doubts, including mine. He said there was a high probability that the fish was beer-battered, a detail that Lo may have overlooked before ordering. So Rose called the restaurant, and sure enough, the fish were not only fried with beer but tequila too.
Lo moves sloth-like this morning, brushing his teeth, practically hunched over the sink. He looks a little like he used to before his sobriety—like he just woke up after a night of binging.
“Are you okay?” I ask softly. “We can stay here if you want.”
A stage is set up on the beach for an outdoor Spring Break concert, and we’re all supposed to be headed down there soon. I can’t imagine the chaos and noise being pleasant for him.
While I wait for his answer, I start the bathtub to shave my legs, normally I’d just do a quick shave-and-go in the sink, but we share it with five other people.
He spits into the sink. “No,” he says and wipes his mouth on a towel. “I want to go, and honestly I feel better than I did last night.”
The bathroom door opens, and Ryke slips in, already outfitted in a neon blue Speedo. Lo confessed about the bathing suits a couple days ago, and oddly Ryke would rather wear the scantily clad ones than the trunks that Connor and Lo chose. He claims he gets a better tan, but I think he likes the way all the girls stare at his ass.
I grab a razor, focusing on my prickly calves rather than his…area.
“How are you feeling?” Ryke asks as Lo starts applying sunscreen along his abs.
“Like shit. Must have been that bottle of whiskey I guzzled while you were all sitting around me,” he snaps. “Oh wait, no, that’s what you accused me of.”
