“What happened to you?”
“Shut up,” Jayden said, and Leah slid into the seat opposite, grinning broadly. His head was pounding and he’d woken up feeling more like he’d died than slept.
“Hung over?”
“Mm.”
“Well, you were hitting the wine pretty hard last night, the lot of you. We went for drinks after our hockey practice and your Ella was just about arse over tit flirting with the barman. Poor guy.”
Jayden grimaced. He’d retired to a lonely corner of the junior common room, taking advantage of some January sales trip half the college had decided to chip in for, and the subsequent quiet. He would have been happy to shoot himself to shut up the Jamaican steel band playing between his ears.
“How’d your Christmas go, then?” Leah asked, spreading out her supplies. It looked like an essay to
