Bastiana has a loving family, two amazing best friends, and a secret.
Over summer vacation, Bastiana and her besties do their best to focus on their bucket list in order to distract them from all the secrets they're keeping from one another. When a...
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"I'm honestly surprised that you're even conscious right now." I laugh softly as Ryker holds his head in his hands. "If I drank that much, I think I'd be comatose for a week." I shake my head and sip my coffee.
"It's been like 18 hours, B." Ryker lifts his head and rolls his eyes at me before taking a drink of his own coffee.
We've been in our booth at Benny's for about ten minutes and he's been grumpy the whole time.
"Still." Asher shakes his head. "Whiskey and vodka? You drank almost a whole fifth of vodka, after chugging at least 6 shots of whiskey. Getting you home was not an easy task." He laughs softly and eyes Ryker warily. "Do you even remember me taking you home?"
Ryker looks off towards the other end of the diner. "I don't even remember leaving the party last night." He shakes his head slowly. His jaw looks tense and his eyes are cloudy, as if he's lost in thought.
"Are you okay, Ry?" I ask softly as I lay my hand over one of his on the table. "Is this about more than last night?"
"No, no." Ryker shakes his head and looks down at me. "Well, maybe. I'm just trying not to think about tomorrow. You leave in less than 11 hours and we only get like 7 and a half more with you before your curfew." He sighs deeply.
"Ry, I'm not leaving forever or like, moving to a new country." I rest my head on his shoulder. "I'm just going to Monument for 28 days. That's it. I'll be back before you know it." I wrap both my hands around his arm and hug it to my chest. "Plus, we still have one more bucket list item to complete before I go." I smile up at him.
"Which one is it, Doll?" Asher asks from my right.
I sit up and turn to look at him. "Number 16." I give him a wide smile, but before I can say anymore, our least favorite person saunters up to our booth.
"Well, isn't this sweet?" Brittany's grating voice sneers at us. "Bastiana and her boys." I roll my eyes and sit up straight as she looks between me and the guys. "Tell me, are they still taking turns or are you stretched out enough to take both of them at once now?"
"You little-" I start but Asher cuts me off.
"You sound a little bitter, Brittany." He raises an eyebrow at her. "Jealous that neither of us wants the used tissue that is your nasty ass vagina? Or the fact that you'll never be as pretty as Bastiana on your best day?" He tilts his head and gives her a condescending smirk as he drapes an arm over my shoulders.
"Maybe your plastic surgeon step-dad can give you a new face." Ryker taunts her. "But I doubt that would help much either. Heard he's a hack anyway. How many people are suing him now?" Ryker's face is set in his usual scowl.
"You assholes better watch it! I -" She screeches but this time Ryker cuts her off.
"Shut the hell up, Brittany!" He growls at her, baring his teeth. "I'm still hungover and your voice makes me want to throw you out a damn window."
