NICK
S
itting
on the floor with my elbow propped on my knee, I stared into space with a sneer on my face and turmoil coiling in my gut. The muted sound of water hitting tile buzzed against my skull, enflaming the headache that pounded against my eye sockets. Next to me James was silent, tense, and I took a deep breath before breaking the quiet we’d been sitting in.
“Are you sure?” My question was hollow, and my chest tightened as James grunted lowly in response. “… We have to tell her.”
“I know.” The damning atmosphere only grew denser, and I reached to shove the butts of my palms into my eye sockets.
“f**k- how could we be so stupid?” My question had no answer; I didn’t even know what part of the day before I was referring to. Ethan giving us both laced pot brownies, or that neither
