Page 30 of Walk With Me
“Everyone up. Time to go home.”
“Eden, fuck!”
This is so awesome. They’re in so much pain.
Just to add to their misery, I begin clapping. Loudly. “Up, let’s go!”
Pia rises from her pit of despair to glare at me. All it does is add to my amusement.
“Eden.” Her voice sounds like she’s swallowed gravel.
“Pia. I’m serious. You have one minute and then I’m coming back with water. It will not be for drinking.”
I have no issue dumping water on them both to get their arses moving. I want to get home and shower. I alsoneed some alone time to digest what happened with Sloane. Or what could happen with her.
Todd, as usual, is the more pliable of the pair. He rolls out of bed, taking a blanket with him. He lands on the floor in a heap. “I’m up,” he grumbles.
Pia scrubs her face and steps out of bed. She’s naked, of course. Searching the room, I find her dress and throw it at her. “I’ll be in the kitchen. Don’t make me come back up here.”
The lower floor of Bryce’s house is trashed. Nothing seems to be broken, but there are bodies, cups, and food everywhere. As with upstairs, the air is filled with sweat and booze. I want to throw open every window, but it’s not my shit to clean up.
Bryce is cooking food in his boxers. Several other people I don’t know are milling about, talking in low tones due to their massive hangovers.
“Morning, Bryce.”
He turns and gives me a smile. “Hey, UK. I didn’t see you much last night.”
Laughing, I steal a pancake. “Do you remember anything past 11 p.m.?”
Grinning, he bobs his head. “That’s fair. I woke up on a deck chair with a pink flamingo wrapped around me.”
We laugh and settle into a comfortable chat. He’s actually a cool guy under all the frat bravado. Someone walks in, and I’m about to say hello when I notice it’s Keira. She looks a little less worse for wear than everyone else. Oh, and she’s glaring at me.
Super.
“Good morning,” I say cordially. I don’t need her giving me shit in the last year of school.
“I thought you’d gone,” she shoots back.
“Nope. Just took myself upstairs earlier than the rest of you.”
She narrows her eyes. “Which room?”
“Um…Sloane’s?”
She licks her teeth, which I don’t think is a good sign. Shit, am I about to get my ass kicked by the soccer captain?
“You slept with Sloane?”
I quickly look at Bryce, who is pumping his eyebrows and reaching over for a fist bump. He doesn’t get one.
“In the literal sense of the word, yes. Sloane was drunk, and I looked after her. We slept.”
Kiera takes the remaining steps between us. I grit my teeth, trying not to react to the putrid stank of old beer on her breath.
“Don’t get any silly ideas, Eden. I’ve had my sights on Sloane for a while now, understand.”
Leaning back slightly, I straighten up. I wish I was standing, and not sitting on this fucking stool, but I’ll make the best of it. I’m still taller than Kiera, even on my ass.
