[Sequel to The Merciless Black List Of Highland High]
Secrets and lies.
The very flesh and bone of the infamous Shameless Foursome guys.
Collin Adamms, the supposed creator of The Shameless Virginity Games, knows what it's like to make mistakes t...
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Still, I'm shocked.
I didn't expect anyone to be in here, and I definitely didn't expect to stumble upon Aspen.
I haven't seen her all night, and even though I was hoping I'd get to talk to finally talk to her tonight, now that I'm only few feet away from her, I can't bring myself to move.
What the hell am I supposed to do?
I'm standing by the door with my phone in hand, and the flashlight on, like a moron and she's still emptying her stomach out, not giving me any attention. I wonder if she even knows she's not alone in here anymore. I wonder if the awful retching sound is ever going to stop, because I don't think I can last much longer without ending up vomiting myself.
Asking her if she's okay seems completely idiotic, since it's obvious she's not. I could back out and get the hell away from here, because I doubt she'd notice, but I know I'd feel guilty afterwards.
I'm fucking stuck. Watching her body tremble as she heaves, the content of her stomach ending up on her hair that's unfortunate enough to be in the way.
All of a sudden, a thought occurs to me, and I don't let myself to think it through before I move toward one of the cabinets beside the big marble sink.
Using my flashlight, I start rummaging through the drawers, hoping that my search won't be a complete failure. It's a bathroom. There have to be some goddamn rubber bands or hair ties or something in here. Right?
It feels like an eternity till I find an unopened pack of what seems pretty close to hair ties. I put my phone down on the sink edge and tear the plastic pack open, reaching inside and reaching for my phone, before I move toward Aspen.
She's still crouching, though she's not retching at the moment. I feel more than uncomfortable because of multiple reasons, and the fact she hasn't even noticed my presence is not helping at all, but I force myself to crouch down next to her. This close, the smell is nearly unbearable, and for a split second, I need to cover my mouth and nose with my hand.
I want to get the hair out of her face, but doing it directly feels like stepping way into her personal space, so I end up pushing the tie awkwardly in between her fingers. However, that's exactly the second she hunches forward, gagging again. The tie ends up on the tile floor, and I silently curse to myself before picking it up and moving closer, attempting to pull her hair back into a messy ponytail. It's harder than I anticipated because of the phone clutched in my hand, and also because her hair is so short now that some of the strands keep on escaping, but at least it's not falling right in front of her mouth .
Aspen is so hammered that she might not be aware of her surroundings, but someone pulling at her hair definitely catches her attention, and this time, when she looks up, her eyes widen. She stares at me for a beat before abruptly flinching away, attempting to scramble off the cold tiled floor. I can't comprehend how much had she possibly drank tonight because she's so wasted that she keeps swaying, nearly falling into the bath tub if it wasn't for the shower curtain that she manages to grasp onto.
