Chap. 18

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Adam Watson

I'd woken up in enough situations like this to know that I was hungover.

I pushed myself up onto my elbows, nearly falling out of the bed.

Wait. Where the fuck am I?

I glanced around the room that clearly wasn't mine. I felt my heart pick up in my chest as I tried to regain my bearings.

I'm wearing all of my clothes. That's always a good sign.

I wanted to get out of bed and check my surroundings, but the pounding in my head kept me from doing so.

Where can a guy get some water?

The door clicked open, and I glanced up to see Terrence.

"What. The. Fuck?" I groaned.

"You're awake."

I let my head drop back down onto the pillow, my elbows giving way. "Where am I?"

"A hotel room."

Although that didn't clear much up, my curiosity was overrun by my headache. So I stayed silent.

"Adam..." Terrence trailed off with a sigh.

"I know the lecture," I mumbled. "Adam got smashed. Adam can't control his drinking. Adam needs help. I've heard, and done, it all before."

He sighed once again. "I don't think you remember how royally you fucked up."

I turned so that I could see him. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that this," he spread his arms out, gesturing toward the room, "is the adjoining room to your parents' hotel suite."

I immediately shot up, my head spinning. "Do my parents know I'm here?"

My heart began to pound in my chest, and I could taste the bile in the back of my throat.

"Please," I whispered. "Please tell me they don't know."

"You were here, absolutely wasted, before I could get to you last night," Terrence said, with a shake of his head. "Your dad said you wanted to tell your mom about Lucas."

I reached for the nearest bin, emptying my stomach into it.

"So I see he's awake."

I glanced up to see my dad standing in the entryway, an impassive expression on his face.

Before I could say anything, I was throwing up again.

My dad produced a bottle of Gatorade and some anti-inflammatory. "Drink up."

The three of us sat in silence as I downed the medication, my eyes flickering between the two of them.

When Terrence said that I'd screwed up, I didn't think it was to this caliber.

"Dad-" I started, but I was immediately cut off.

"Honestly, Adam, it's been a long night," dad muttered, reaching up to massage his temples. "So do me a favor and cut the crap."

Terrence glanced toward me, before letting out a sigh and looking back at my dad. "Trust me, Mr. Watson, I don't know what happened last night."

I remained silent, trying to decipher what Terrence's plan was.

"Adam was been stone-cold sober since we got here," he continued. "Last night was an anomaly."

I felt the bile start to rise in my stomach again as I realized that my best friend was, once again, saving my ass.

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