"Are you gonna be sick?" Garrett asked when another groan fell past my lips, "Please don't vomit on me."
My stomach churned again and I hugged my arms tighter against myself. "Can I have the window seat?" I pointed to where he sat. We were all crammed onto the team's bus, traveling into the city for the weekend's away games against the Tigers.
I had considered driving my car up, the freedom of it would be nice to get around, escape Brady if I needed to. Then I remembered why I didn't have a car for all of college. Searching for a spot, constantly feeding the meter, and the horrible way people drove. I could see my mirror getting ripped off in the first hour.
When John offered me a seat on the bus I thanked him, thinking the ride would be relaxing. I could nap, chat with the boys, maybe
