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Running into the house, I locate the downstairs bathroom easily with the huge line formed in front of it. But Remi isn’t in it. Storming to the front of it, I twist the handle, much to the girl's annoyance who’s next in line.
“Hey, wait in the queue,” she whines.
“Whatever,” I mutter. Standing back slightly, I ram my shoulder into the door. It flies open on the first attempt, but she’s not inside, just a girl who screams bloody murder and tries to hide from all the prying eyes as she takes a piss.
Stalking away, I ignore the abuse being hurled at me as I take the stairs three at a time. I swing open every door I pass as I make my way down the hallway. Couples fill most of them in varying states of dress. Some of them look horrified that they have an audience and race to close the doors, others don’t give a shit. One of them even asks if I want to join their little party for two.
Shaking my head, I make my way to the end and the final few doors. I swear to god that if I find her in one of these with a guy, I’m going to lose my shit. If I find her with him, then I know things are going to get messy.
I reach behind me to ensure my switchblade is in place should I need it and run my fingers over the handle. The final door taunts me. Rushing over, I swing it open and stare at the empty room beyond. There’s Seahawk shit everywhere, but there’s no sign of Remi or the guy whose room this clearly is.
I’m about to turn and keep searching when a noise hits my ears. A groan. Running inside the room, I find the connecting bathroom and dart through it.
“Fuck.”
I discover Remi curled up on the floor. The room stinks of puke, and when I look closer I find she’s covered the floor in her attempt to get to the toilet.
“Hey, Princess,” I say, dropping down to my haunches in front of her and moving a lock of hair from her face.
Her skirt has risen up, showing me the swell of her ass and the scrap of black lace that’s covering it, her hitched top displaying her tanned and toned stomach.
Even passed out she’s fucking hot.
Sliding my hands under her arms, I lift her until she’s sitting against the wall. “Ace?” she moans. Her eyes flicker open, but they don’t focus on anything, so I’m pretty sure she has no idea my name just fell from her lips.
“Let’s get you out of here, Princess.”
I sweep her into my arms and hold her close as I make my way out of his fucking room. When she wakes, she’s probably not going to want to know I helped her, but fuck, it could be a hell of a lot worse if I didn’t. That motherfucker knew what he wanted earlier, and I doubt he’d have stopped, especially if he found her in this state in his bedroom.
“Conner,” I shout when I get to the bottom of the stairs. He’s dancing with some redhead, but the second he hears my voice he drops her like a stone.
“Shit, is she okay?” he asks, coming over and running his eyes over Remi. He’s more sober than I was expecting, thank fuck.
“Yeah, just drunk. Get Cole and meet us at the car.”
He nods and runs off in the direction of the garden. I’ve just managed to maneuver the two of us into the car when they both climb into the front.
“Where to?”
“Home.”
“But?”
“No buts. I’m not taking her back to Sarah like this.”
“But if James—”
“James won’t know. I’ll take her to the pool house, clean her up, and let her sleep it off.”
Conner looks at me in the mirror, concern filling his eyes. I know what he’s worried about. He thinks I’m going to get fed up trying to fit in with this life and end up running back to the Heights, leaving him here. I don’t know how many times I need to tell him that won’t happen. Not until they’ve both graduated and have their futures mapped out, that is. Like fuck am I staying here after they both fuck off to college.
“Just drive,” I demand, and he thankfully does as he’s told, but not before grumbling, “If she pukes in here then you’re cleaning it up.”
The drive is short, and in only a few minutes, Cole is holding the door open so I can get out with Remi still in my arms. She snored lightly all the way here.
“You two go in. We’ll be fine.” They both look between Remi and me before glancing at each other. They’re not happy about it, but they eventually do as they’re told and disappear into the house via the side door that leads directly to our staircase.
Remi doesn’t stir until I get us into the bedroom at the back of the pool house. That’s when she pulls her head away from my chest, looks at me through hooded eyes for the briefest moment, and then pukes over both of us.
