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...