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“Where?”
“Room. Feel sick.” I wave the keycard at him.
“You need some help?”
“No, s’okay. Not far.”
I stumble away bumping into people and throwing apologies. Outside, the hallway stretches in either direction; and though I know which way I’m going, all the beige coloured doors look the same and I can’t read the numbers above them.
Left. My door is on the left. I follow the maroon and yellow carpet, the spotted pattern dancing around as I stumble along. This is why I don’t drink. I trip over one of the spots on the carpet.
“Hey.” A strong pair of arms catches me around the waist and pulls me upright. “You all right?”
I squint at the blurry face at a guy I recognise. The guy from last night. Tomas? Was talking to him earlier. “Um.”
“Need help?”
“S’okay.”
Tomas takes my keycard. “What’s your room number?”
“1671.”I think.
“Come on, I’ll help you back to your room.”
“It’s near here.”
“Yeah.”
The remaining energy in my legs dissipates and I slump forward. “Shit.”
“Funny girl.” He hauls me upright again and I watch the carpet sweep past my feet as we head along the hallway. A door beeps and, with a click, opens. Suddenly, I’m dropped on the floor. I land with an ‘oof’ but it feels good to relax.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” yells a voice.
I twist my head. Jax is in the doorway, face to face with the guy who was helping me. Jax looks over, I can’t make out his expression as the world blurs again.
A sound of something being slammed against a wall is followed by shouting and swearing. God, are they fighting over me? I push onto my hands and knees and start to crawl towards the bedroom.Pathetic.Not like I’m up for anything with either of them in this state.
Attempting to piece together the evening, I close my eyes.
* * *
JAX
Halfway down in the elevator, I changed my mind and slammed my hand on the silver buttons, to return to the 16thfloor. What was I thinking? I can’t leave Tegan on her own. Maybe at this point I should’ve gone straight to security or looked for Bryn, but I panicked. If anything happens, it will be my fault because I knew — and I left her.
When I returned to the party, I couldn’t find Tegan — or Nate. Ready to inflict serious damage on Nate if I see him and with no idea where Tegan is, I stormed into the corridor.
Drunk, my confusion grew as I headed toward Tegan’s room, where I found Tomas dragging her inside. I’m not a violent person, drunk even less so because my co-ordination is fucked; but anger blinds me, and I grab him by the back of his designer shirt. Taken by surprise, he stumbles as I push him into the wall, asking him what the fuck he thinks he’s doing.
“Helping Tegan,” replies Tomas.
“Like hell you are! Get your fucking hands off her.”
“The girl is very drunk. I’m helping her.”
“Yeah, I bet you are. Get the fuck out of here before I call security on you,” I step back and attempt to disguise the fact I’m drunker than he is.
