#Chapter91
Ace POV
The next day
I was so fucking hungover, my head pounding as I roll on my side. Today was our 17th birthday, and Arial decided to get us shitfaced a day early. Man was I paying for it this morning.
I groan, 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 fucking ashtray/" he grumbles.
I got up heading for the bathroom, making sure Lucy didn't cling wrap the toilet bowl lastnight. No cling wrap and I quickly pee before heading back to the room.
/"Want one?/" Tyson asks, cracking the window open and sitting on the windowsill. I take the packet lighting one before climbing out the window and sitting on the roof leaning against the wall under the window.
/"Fuck my head is pounding/" I tell him.
/"I don't feel too bad, surprisingly,/" he says.
I could smell the BBQ going and looked at Tyson.
