Oakley POV
A jackhammer is pounding away in my skull when I peel my crusted eyes open.
I rub my temples in hopes of easing the pain, only for another shooting pain in my left eye to grab my attention instead. What the hell? Slowly, I sit up and stretch my arms behind my back before swinging my legs off my bed and stumbling to my bathroom.
Once the light is flipped on, I stare open-mouthed at my reflection in the mirror. A large blue bruise has formed around my left eye. I guess the pain makes sense now. When I move to turn on the tap, I catch sight of my busted knuckles.
Oh f**k. Andre.
The Night Before
After ending the call with Tyler, I set out to find Andre. It feels like hours of swerving in and out of the various crowds of people before I find him. He's leaning against a wall i
