Summer Forever

05.

"ISLA!"

My eyes strained open, harsh light stabbing at my head, turning my pounding headache into a deep migraine. My stomach churned and I groaned, turning on my mattress, trying to keep myself from vomiting.

"Isla!"

I held a hand to my head. I must have still been drunk because that sounded a lot like—

"Sky?" I mumbled.

My bedroom door flung open, and Sky walked in, her eyes sparkling and a wide smile splitting across her face. I shot up in my bed, immediately regretting the decision when my head spun, and bile rose in my throat.

The sheets were tangled between my legs, and I hadn't changed since the party. I could only imagine what my hair and make-up must have looked like. I could feel my curls matted at the back of my head. When had I even gotten into bed?

"Isla!" she squealed, pausing at the doorframe as her eyes landed on me. They trailed over me, and her lip curled into a grimace. "Oh, you look horrible."

"Thanks," I muttered. I patted the bed around me searching for my phone. When I couldn't find it, I turned back to Sky. "What time is it?"

"Like, one in the afternoon," Sky said, snorting. Lifting her hand, she threw something hard at me. My reflexes were still slow with my hangover, and it landed in my lap. I squinted down at it, realising it was my phone. "Exactly how drunk did you get last night?"

"Too drunk," I replied. I turned my phone on and was instantly greeted with missed calls and unread texts from Everett. "Shit. Everett."

He'd texted me the usual good morning texts at first, which quickly evolved into questions about River's party, and then questions about why I wasn't responding. We'd planned to talk when he woke up, and I always texted him good night—until now.

I quickly began typing, explaining that I'd lost my phone at some point in the night and that I'd call him later. I knew his schedule by heart, the result of struggling to find a spare five minutes to call between classes every day. He should be in class by now.

"Um, Isla?"

I looked up to find Sky frowning deeply. Her eyes fell to the corner of my floor, and I turned to find Lachie lying there, his hair messy and mouth wide open, completely knocked out.

"What did you do?" she asked.

"Nothing!" I said quickly. I winced, holding a hand up to my head. "I mean, I don't think..."

My hands quickly fell to my body, patting myself over to make sure I was still clad in Everett's hoodie and my shorts. When my fingers touched material, I sighed, my body sagging in relief.

"Oh, God," Sky said, although she was grinning widely. I rolled my eyes, practically rolling out of bed to kneel over Lachie. He was still clothed too. Thank God.

Sky shuffled into the room, standing over us.

"He's kind of hot," Sky muttered. I nudged her side roughly and her hands flew to her mouth, holding in a laugh.

"Lachie," I whispered, shaking his shoulder.

He didn't move.

Sky nudged his leg with her foot.

"Is he breathing?" she asked.

I groaned in frustration, shaking him harder. "Lachie, I swear, you better not be dead. I'm going to be really annoyed if you're dead."

He grunted and I exhaled sharply, grabbing his face, and turning him to me. His eyes narrowed at me.

"Isla?" he murmured before groaning again. "God, my head. I feel like shit. Where am I? What time is it?"