Fallen Crest High (Fallen Crest High #1)(69)

"Really?" Logan glanced at me with wide eyes.

I shrugged. "If your dad really loves her, he'll forgive her."

He choked out a laugh. "And if he doesn't and you guys are sent packing?"

I knew my eyes had a chill in them when both moved back a step. "I'm pretty sure I can move back in with David until college."

"And your mom?"

Ice went down my veins. "And I'm sure she'll find some other guy to mooch from."

"Man, you really loathe your mom, huh?" Logan whistled under his breath. "I'm just happy that we got dad off our backs."

Mason gave him a sharp look. "He send you something?"

"Yeah, an apology text."

He rolled his eyes and took Logan's phone. "Guess that's supposed to make up for the other ones, huh?"

"Whatever. We're covered. And I've got my own piece to pound tonight." Logan gave us a salute. "See you later, siblings. Have fun with your incest relations."

Mason punched him, but Logan dodged it and ducked from our hidden spot.

I grinned at him when Mason turned back. "Becky's going to come looking for me."

He grinned back and touched my shoulder. "Have fun getting drunk again. Don't screw the quarterback."

"Ha ha!" I flipped him the middle finger as he left, but couldn't wipe the grin off my face when I heard his laughter.

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

When I woke up, I rolled over and found myself in a large bed with Becky half scrawled on me. As I pushed up, pain flared through me and I touched the side of my face. "Ouch!" I hissed and hurried to a mirror. A large bruise had formed on the side of my jaw. It was swollen and had already started to turn color. I groaned and rested my forehead against the mirror.

How had that happened? It was fresh so I'd have the bruise for a few weeks. Great.

"hh..whassis?" Becky blinked at me rapidly as she struggled to keep her mouth from hanging open. She wiped at her eyes and sat further up. "What happened? Where am I?"

I chuckled, surprised at the hoarseness of my voice. "My guess is that we're hungover." I grimaced as I sat down on a couch. My rear was sore so I moved even slower because of it. "What happened to my face?"

Becky choked out a gasp and covered her face as she fell back against the bed.

I winced against the pain. My whole face was now throbbing. "Tell me I didn't make a fool out of myself."

She groaned as she stopped whimpering. "It hurts to laugh."

"Tell me about it. It hurts to breathe."

She raised her hand to brush back some of her hair, but it dropped to her lap with a thump. "Everything's so hard right now. This sucks."

"Becky." I cleared my throat. "My face. What happened?"

"Oh, that."

"Yes, that."

She tried to hide a yawn, but it won in the end. After she finished, she started to yawn again. "I don't really know what happened, but you had to go to the bathroom so we snuck off somewhere. You kept saying you knew about a private bathroom. I dunno."

I groaned on the inside. I'd probably been trying to find Mason's room.

She added with a sour look on her face, "Anyway, we finally found a room and we snuck in. We didn't know whose it was, but then that girl who was attached to Mason's hip was in there and that girl, Tanya's cousin, was in there too."

I sat up straighter, or I would've. Pain seemed to slice through me with each movement I made.

"What was her name again?"

"Tate," I rasped out.

"Oh yeah!" She started to smile, but it died right away. "Tate was in there and she was being really mean to that girl, who for being Mason's girlfriend, doesn't have any fight at all. The girl just took it and she was standing there crying. She kept saying something about where Nate was, but I couldn't make it out. We were both so wasted."

I closed my eyes. I couldn't imagine what I had done.

"And then you clobbered Tate."

"I did what?"

"Yeah." She nodded with her eyes wide, semi wide for being hungover. "You just swung your hand out and punched her. Then you started to say something about being a bully and she was the disloyal bitch and that was it. She went back at you. That girl kept crying so I started screaming for help. You got way more wallops in than she did. You're pretty spry. I had no idea." She started to laugh, but hissed from the movement. "She kept trying to hit you and you'd just run around her. Then you'd hit her from behind or something. You're hilarious when you're drunk."

"Oh no." I groaned into my hands. Had I really gotten into a fight?

"Anyway, some guys ran in and separated you too. I didn't see you for awhile because they carried you to where Mason was. He took you into some back room and then Logan rushed in there from somewhere else. He was only wearing jeans, which weren't buttoned or zipped up so everyone knew what he'd been doing." She wiggled her eyebrows. "If you know what I'm saying."

So I'd interrupted one of his many romps with the pepgirl. Something in me didn't care at all.

"And then they kicked Tate out."

"What?" I looked back up.