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I swing my legs out of the bed and attempt to stand. I’m still unsteady on my feet as I look around the room. The place is a mess. There’s crap strewn everywhere, and empty bottles of beer line the window. You’d think a group of unruly teenagers came in here and partied all night. But no, it was just me, Rick and Darcy’s dad, Greg. When I feel confident enough to take a few steps, I walk across the floor to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me.
“I’m never drinking again,” I mutter, rubbing my forehead.
I turn on the shower, studying my sorry reflection in the mirror as I wait for the water to reach temperature. I look worse than I feel, if that’s even possible, and I’m hoping a hot shower will wake me up. I step in, and the hot water feels invigorating as it gushes out over me. I rub my face, slowly becoming more awake and feeling a little more human, but I still can’t remember much of what happened the night before. I didn’t even want a bachelor party in the first place, but Rick had insisted, and when Rick’s involved, anything’s possible.
God, I hope I didn’t do anything stupid.
I towel myself off and walk back over to the bed to get dressed. Rick is still dead to the world, and as I throw a t-shirt over my head, I grab him by the arm and yank him clean out of the bed.
“What the hell?” he says, disoriented and half asleep. “I was sleeping, dude,” he mumbles as he glances up at me.
“What the hell happened last night?” I demand.
He shrugs and climbs back onto the bed, burying his face under the pillow. I grab at the pillow and hurl it across the room, standing there with my arms crossed and glaring at him. Sighing, groaning, he sits up, realizing I’m not going to leave him alone until he answers me.
“How the fuck would I know what you got up to?” he asks, holding his throbbing head. “I’m not your fucking grandma.”
“This isn’t a joke, Rick. I don’t remember a thing of the entire night, and that scares me,” I say, my voice low. “You have to remember something. C’mon, man.”
“I was just as gone as you were,” he says, looking fully awake for the first time during our conversation. “We had a few too many shots and it’s made your head hazy. It was you’re last night of freedom, man. What did you think was going to happen? Besides,” he adds with a smirk, “you’re so completely pussy-whipped, you’d never do anything to rock that boat. You’re stressing over nothing. Trust me.”
“Yeah, well I hope so,” I mutter, stalking over to the table to grab my wallet and key. I shove them in my pocket and walk over to the door. “Just do me a favor. Find out if I did anything I’m going to regret.”
“Fine,” he says with a sigh. “I’ll figure it out. Where are you going, anyway?”
“To get a taxi and pick up my parents,” I say, with gritted teeth. “I would’ve taken the truck that Darcy rented, but someone got me wasted last night, and there’s no way in hell I’m risking driving under the influence.”
“Oh,” he says, chuckling, “and you thought your day couldn’t get any worse. Oh, and Lennon?”
“What?” I ask impatiently.
“If you really wanna figure out what happened last night, there is someone else in our party you could ask.”
Shit. Darcy’s dad.
***
I’ve barely got into the taxi when the phone calls start. One after the other. All from my mother, no doubt wanting to know where I am. I glance at my watch and groan. I’m barely five minutes late, for Christ’s sake. You’d think she’d been waiting for hours, the way she’s acting. Maybe I should give her something to bitch about. I’m tempted to have the cab driver circle the island a few times and make her wait even longer, but in the end, I decide it’s not worth the hassle. I’m just going to enjoy this last ten minutes of silence, before I have to put up with her trying to ruin my life.
My mind wanders back to the previous night—or the little I can remember of it. How did I get so damn drunk? I’d left Darcy at the hotel and gone out with Rick and Greg—just the three of us—and then I woke up this morning.
