Deciding on You || a.i. (Book 2)

14 | Ashton

I hang up on Maddie as soon as I feel like I'm going to throw up again. My head is a sea in a storm right now and I feel like I could pass out any minute.

At least I got that out to her. That's the most important thing.

"There you are," I hear Reagan say, but she sounds like she's a mile away. "When I saw Daisy but not you, I thought you walked out and were going to end up in the woods."

I try and laugh, but I can't. I wrap my arms around myself and just now feel how cold it is laying on this step. It's started snowing again, and I wouldn't be surprised if my puke was frozen solid by now.

"Oh, shit. Gross," she says, stepping over me and my vomit to stand in front of me. I shift my eyes to look up at her and she doubles, then triples. I have to blink, like, eight times to get her back into focus.

She watches me for a moment with her arms crossed, and I groan. I need another drink.

"We need to get you home," she reaches out to grab my hand and I stumble up with her help.

"N-no," I draw out the word, struggling to keep my eyes open, "You can't take me home like this."

"What?" She asks, wrapping my arm around her shoulder and helping me step over the mess I made on the concrete. "Haven't you done this--"

"My mom will kill me," I say, and I'm practically dragging my feet on the ground, "Take...take me to Maddie's. I want to see her."

"Yeah, that's not going to happen," Reagan says, reaching over me to open the passenger door of her car. I fall in and curl up on the seat, and she pulls the seatbelt over my body.

"I already...I already called her," I mutter when she's in the car too. Everything spins as I reach up to touch her arm. "I love her so much."

"I know, Ashton."

She doesn't start the car, sitting back in her seat and thinking. I get the urge to touch her bright purple hair, but don't have the energy to sit up and do it.

"Okay, uh," she grabs her phone and starts to make a call, "Oh, thank god you're awake."

She starts to talk to someone that isn't me, but her voice is going in and out of focus and I can't make out a word she's saying. As soon as she starts to drive, everything starts spinning faster.

"Where are we going?" I moan. She says something, but I still can't understand her.

It takes years to get wherever we're going and when she stops the car, I'm ready to fall asleep. She opens up my door and, as she pulls me out, my ass lands on the ground.

"Where are we?" I groan, and she grabs me by both arms this time to help me up. "We better not...not be at my house."

I keep stumbling as she carries me along to the house we've parked in front of. Michael and his bright green hair opens up the door and holds it open for us. I gasp when I see him.

"Michael," I giggle, reaching out to touch his hair and leaning into him. He backs away from me before I can kiss him and I stumble forward, "You look like broccoli."

He shushes me, but I keep giggling and neither of them will actually talk to me. It takes all of my might and both of them helping me to walk down the stairs to Michael's basement. As soon as I reach the bottom of the stairs, I fall onto the carpet and curl up on my side.

"How much has he had to drink?" he asks.

"A lot," Reagan says, "I couldn't stop him. He needs water."