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I was slurring. Maybe I was drunk.
His eyes left my face and took in Sadie, who I realized was passed out in the driver’s seat of her car. I hadn’t even noticed that she left my side. I was a terrible friend.
“Looks like your ride’s out cold.” He stated the obvious.
I ran my fingers through my hair, and his eyes followed my movement.
“Gee, figure that out all on your own?”
He shook his head and pinched his lips together.
“How are you planning on getting home, Tori?”
I shrugged because, honestly, I wasn’t stressing it. I hadn’t even thought about how Sadie and I were getting home. Usually, I always thought a few steps ahead. It was unlike me not to worry about a ride home, especially when Gracie was home alone, but I couldn’t even find the give a damn to be mad at myself.
One minute, Koah was there, scowling down at me with an annoyed expression, and the next, he was gone. The motorcycles continued to race, the sounds mixed into one loud hum as the party grew louder, and everyone and everything slowly faded away. I leaned against Sadie’s car to make The Strip stop spinning, and that was the last thing I remembered.
I WOKE THE FOLLOWING DAY feeling like my brain would explode. My bladder was on the brink of rupturing, so I rolled over and sat up. I smacked my lips together and gagged at the leftover tastes rolling around my dry mouth.
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, feeling as if the lights were too bright, the silence was too loud, and I was about to puke my guts up.
“Oh, look, it’s awake,” Gracie said from the doorway, making me jump.
“Ugh, why are you screaming?” I asked as I massaged my temples.
“I wasn’t. I didn’t raise my voice at all. You’re hungover.”
Holy hangover. I’d never had one before, and it wasn’t something I ever wanted to do again. I didn’t even drink that much.
“Thanks for the diagnosis, Doc.”
“Smart-ass,” she muttered from my doorway.
“Jesus. Watch your mouth, Gracie. What’s your problem anyway?”
“You’re not serious right now.” She put her hands on her hips like she meant business.
She was the one who requested I go out and get a life.
“Yes, I’m serious.”
“Gee, I don’t know. Maybe I’m mad because I was up all night waiting for you because you nor Sadie answered her phone. Maybe it’s because some strange guy brought your passed-out carcass to the door at four in the morning.”
“What? Some strange guy?”
My anxiety peaked.
I had no idea what she was talking about. Sure, I didn’t remember how I got home, but still. I was sure I would recall a stranger bringing me home. Suddenly, nausea rushed up my throat. What did I do? Did he touch me? Did anything happen?
Unease grabbed me, and I felt as if the bed was spinning. My breath felt thick in my lungs, and my heart felt like it was drowning, beating fast and hard, trying to survive my collapse.
“Yeah,” she continued. “He was hot, but he looked like he was about five seconds away from robbing the place. Since when do you hang around gangsters?”
Just then, my stomach churned, and I had to cover my mouth and run for the bathroom. I emptied my stomach, gagging and coughing every time the smell of the alcohol leaving my gut reached my nose. Gracie stood at the door with her arms crossed, looking tired and pissed.
“This is what you get for making me worry all freaking night.”
The bathroom spun, my head throbbed, and my stomach lurched. I couldn’t get into it with her at the moment.
