Page 100 of Interference
We will make it through this if it’s the last thing I do.
Groaning, I clutch my head. Jesus Christ.
Why does it feel like a marching band is practicing inside my head? What the hell happened last night?
I try to think back, but everything is blank. I remember talking to the guys before heading up to my room after leaving Emery. Then I went downstairs to hang with them at the party they had thrown. We haven’t had one in a while, so we all agreed to throw one. After that, things get blurry.
Jesus, did I really drink that much? I don’t remember the last time I blacked out. I’ve always watched how much alcoholI consume because I hate waking up the next morning, not remembering what happened.
Ugh, I need to get out of bed, but the idea of it makes me sick to my stomach. Why is my mind so blank?
Water. I need water and maybe an electrolyte packet or ten. Maybe that will help jog my memory.
Rolling out of bed, I grab my phone. I shoot Emery a text.
Me
Good morning, beautiful. I love you.
She’s probably still asleep, but I like her knowing she is the first thing on my mind every single day. Hell, she is all that is on my mind most days.
After doing my business in the bathroom, I head downstairs to find water. What I find instead is Wyatt sitting at the kitchen island, frowning.
“What’s wrong with you? Still pining after that chick you won’t tell anyone about?” I joke as I move to the fridge.
“Brett.”
Something about his tone sets me on edge. Pausing my hunt for water, I turn to face him.
“What’s wrong?”
“What do you remember from last night?”
Frowning, I shake my head. “After I came home from dropping Em off, I hung out with all of you guys. I went to my room for a bit, then joined you again when some people came over. We had some beers and played some games. I assume I headed back to my room at some point. Why? What did I miss?” I say as a little more comes back to me.
“Did you drink a lot? How much do you remember drinking?” he asks.
“I had like two beers. Honestly, I have no idea how I got so wasted off of only two. I didn’t even take any shots last night. I wanted to be sober enough to go to Emery if she needed me. I guess not drinking all these months made me a lightweight.” I furrow my brows.
Wyatt shakes his head. “You need to sit down while I tell you something.”
“I think I’ll stand. Now tell me what the fuck is going on,” I demand.
He knows more than he is letting on, and it’s not making me feel great.
He sighs. “You disappeared at the party, bro. One second you were drinking a beer with Colson, and the next you were gone. I was worried, so I headed upstairs to check on you. I found that figure skater chick in your room, topless. The one Emery lives with.”
My heart stops in my chest. Why would Ashley be in my room?
“I would never cheat on her. I don’t even remember Ashley being here,” I tell him.
He nods. “I never said you did. It was all suspicious. When I pulled her off of you, she grabbed this old shitty phone and high-tailed it out of here. I tried to wake you, but you were out of it, man. I checked your pulse and kept an eye on you all night. You seemed fine, other than being really out of it. I thought maybe you had drunk more than I realized.”
“I didn’t. I haven’t touched a drink in months, and I would never drink so much that Emery couldn’t contact me. Fuck, you think Ashley told Emery what happened?” I ask.
“I think it wasn’t a coincidence that she ended up topless in your bed. Dude, she was kissing you.”
I swallow hard. I need to know everything that Wyatt knows, but not right now. Right now, I need only one thing.
