Not yet.
Asher
“You look like shit.” Jason smirked at me as I padded into the kitchen, the smell of bacon turning my stomach.
“Fee, baby, not that I don’t usually love seeing you in my kitchen—”
“You need to eat,” she cut me off, grabbing the pan and shaking the contents onto a plate. Usually I would have been the first to dive in, but I could barely look at it without my stomach churning.
“I really don’t,” I grumbled. “I need water and Advil. Lots of Advil.”
It wasn’t unusual to see them in my kitchen on a weekend, especially after a party. But this was one morning I didn’t want company. My head was pounding, my body felt like it had gone ten rounds with our defensive line, and I had murky memories from the night before... memories I’d rather forget.
“Which one of you put me to bed?” I asked Jason, and Cam who was awfully quiet. They glanced at each other and then me.
“You don’t remember?” Cameron asked.
“I have a few black spots.”
“We didn’t put you to bed, man. Mya did.”
“What the fuck did you just say? Mya wasn’t even at the party.” I knew, I’d looked for her enough. But that was before all the tequila... and Jack... and shots.
Too. Many. Fucking. Shots.
“She turned up,” Flick added, pushing a plate of breakfast toward me. I just stared at it, trying to sort through the hangover haze clouding my mind.
“She was here?”
“Yup.” Jason bit into a piece of crispy bacon.
“Well, shit.” It was one thing for my friends to see me trashed, but Mya?
That wasn’t supposed to happen.
Fuck.
“Did she... say anything?”
“After watching you puke for an hour? The girl was traumatized.”
“I didn’t—” A hazy memory flooded my mind. Mya’s hand against my skin. It was hard to tell if it was real or just a figment of my imagination. I guess drinking half your old man’s liquor cabinet would do that to you.
“Ready to tell us what the hell happened?” Jason glared at me.
“It was nothing.” I shrugged dismissively, pushing eggs around my plate.
“Ash, man, if something is going on—”
“Nothing is going on. I’m fine, promise. It’s been a crazy few weeks, and I just felt like a blow-out.” I could barely look at them, even if I felt their hard eyes burning into the top of my skull.
“Yeah, well don’t make a habit of it. School might be out for the holidays, but we still need you fit and ready for the exhibition game.”
“I thought you were still pissed about that?” My brow rose and Jason shrugged.
“Any chance to show Rixon East who’s on top and I’m there. Besides, Felicity talked me around.” His eyes flicked to hers and she blushed.
“I take it you figured out how to—”