HAZEL
After Alison’s trick with the water, tensions die down.
The group gets even more drunk. Except me. I watch as Alison and Kelly bond with Trent over tequila. Rachael is half asleep in the tub. Frankie and Larry keep talking in muted whispers. Every so often, I sense them looking in my direction, when they think I’m not looking.
“I’m going to bed,” I announce, getting out of the tub. “I’ll see you all in the morning.” Can’t wait to get back to campus, so I can have that long awaited conversation with Asher. It’s been utter hell not being able to talk to him properly. Or see him.
I let my stupid pride stop me from reaching out first. Now, I spent the better part of the day paying for it, wallowing in misery.
“Night Hazel,” everyone bids me goodnight. There’s a stack of towels on th
