Book 5 Chapter 2
Ace POV The next day I was so f*****g hungover! My head was pounding as I rolled on my side. Today was our seventeenth birthday, and Arial had decided to get us shitfaced a day early. Man, was I paying for it this morning. I groaned, forcing myself up before running my hands over my face. Tyson also got up in the bed across from me. "My mouth tastes like a f*****g ashtray," he grumbled. I got up, heading for the bathroom, making sure Lucy didn't cling-wrap the toilet bowl last night. No cling wrap. I quickly peed before heading back to the room. "Want one?" Tyson asked, cracking the window open and sitting on the windowsill. I took the packet, lighting one before climbing out the window and sitting on the roof and leaning against the wall under the window. "f**k! My head is pounding
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