Page 27 of What If I See You

Ledger

Teabagginn. Hehe get it? Tea bag-Inn?

Me

Jesus Christ do you assholes have nothing better to do? What do you want?

Harrison

He’s ALIVE!!!

Ledger

‘Bout fucking time bro.

August

WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU BRO?

Me

I’m right fucking here. In my bed dumbass.

August

*blinks* Uuuh…try again.

“Where the hell is all that dinging coming from?”

“The guys are endlessly texting me. Sorry…wait…” I turn my head at the movement beside me and find Layken Hobbs lying in my bed. When her eyes meet mine, our befuddled expressions mimic each other.

“What?”

“What?”

She bolts upright in bed at the same time I do, both of us asking in tandem, “What are you doing here?” And then we both clutch our foreheads.

“Fuck. That hurts,” I mumble, but it’s worse for Layken.

“Oh God.” She covers her mouth with her hand and jolts out of the bed, wrapping our bedspread around her. “I’m going to be sick.”

“Wait, what?” I watch in shock as she staggers to the bathroom and hear every last sound as she lifts the toilet seat and vomits the contents of her stomach.

“Shit, Layken? Are you?—”

She vomits again.

“Okay?”

Silence comes from the bathroom as I slip on my boxer briefs.

Why the hell was I naked?

Why the hell was I naked with Layken?

Padding to the bathroom so that my head doesn’t explode, I peek inside and find Layken resting her head on her arm leaning against the toilet seat.

“Do you need some help?”

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