The Bad Ones

Ch. 5: Chilling

"Fuck my life," I groaned, blocking my eyes from the sudden burst of light.

"Wake up, Bail!" Drey laughed, crawling over me. "C'mon, let's go swim!"

I shoved her away, turned on my side, and covered myself with... Carter's blanket? "Get out," I muttered to her, not minding the blanket.

She pulled the blanket from me, however, signing her death wish. "C'mon! Everyone's waiting on you and your hungover ass!" she yelled, proving that I now had one hell of a headache.

"How the fuck am I hungover? Who brought beer?" I whined, holding my head.

She laughed, "Try liqour, sweetie. And it was Carter. Only you two drank."

My eyes snapped open to see her smiling down at me. "Me and Carter? Drey... Did I do anything?" I asked cautiously.

She shook her head, "Nope. Carter brought you in here after you fell asleep out by the fire. Don't worry, you're still a virgin."

I flicked her off and sat up slowly. "Fuck. I'm going to kill him," I sighed, trying to shake off the need to barf everywhere. "Where's everyone else?"

"Carter, Niko, and Jason left to buy pizza and drinks- I told Carter no more alcohol-, Mar and the twins are changing into their bikinis, and Lakefield and Veronica are arguing about their dad or some shit," she replied.

"Please tell me we have Tylenol, Excedrin, Asprin, or something to get this headache away from me," I deadpanned, rubbing my forehead.

She took out her phone, texted away, then smiled at me, "Carter's getting you some right now. Shouldn't be more than ten minutes now."

I nodded thanks, "Great, now leave me alone until then, please?"

She shook her head and tugged my arm. "C'mon! You gotta change so you can get crackin' once the guys get back," she said loudly.

I grunted and let her lead me to the public restroom to change, and I was surprised that it was super clean and had AC. "I guess this is why private beaches are better," I muttered.

"Private beach?" she asked, setting our bags down on a convenient marble counter in front of a mirror. "Damn, forget the hotel, let's stay in here."

"Right? But, anyway, Lakefield says that he led us to a private beach on Carter's GPS. I don't know if it's true, but he said his dad owns this place because he's some law firm tycoon," I explained to her.

"Ooh, how old is he?" she giggled, brushing her hair.

I grimaced, "Too old, Drey, too old. But, yeah, I also think it's why Veronica hated us so much. We had a dad and she didn't, you know?"

"Jealous, much? It wasn't our fault that her dad walked out on her and her mom," she scoffed.

I saw a chair looking thing in front of the counter and sat on it, going through my stuff. "Well, it wasn't our fault that my mom walked out on us, either, Drey," I said in a low breath.

She stopped brushing and just stared at me in the mirror. After a minute or so, she sighed and sat down in her own seat. "I know. Sorry, Bail, I didn't mean it like that," she frowned.

I shook my head, "It was only her choice. And there was no way in hell I was going to go with her without you and Mar, or leave my dad anyway. It was stupid of her to even ask. Whole point, parents fuck up and it screws up the kid's lives sometimes."

She was still quiet. "You know just as much as I do about why your mom left, Bail. It was all because of Mar and I in the first place," she said, staring at herself as she began to brush her hair again.