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see why. It tasted of lemon and burned on the way down. It was probably what toilet cleaner tasted like. We also polished off Aaron’s bottle of spiced rum.
    I groaned and craned my neck. My body felt heavy and weak. I was getting to the sleepy part of being drunk. Everything was swimming and spinning.
    â€œDoes anyone else feel weird?” I asked.
    God, I’ll be lucky if I’m not sick tonight.
    Megan giggled. “What, drunk?”
    â€œSort of. I guess,” I replied, pressing my hands to my face. I was too hot. Please don’t throw up. The taste and feel of it rushing up my throat made me panic.
    â€œMackenzie, you look green,” Blake said, brushing my long hair over my shoulder. If I hadn’t been too ill, I would’ve swooned at the feel of his hand grazing my neck.
    My head spun.
    â€œOh crap!” I leaped up, slapping my hand to my mouth as I hightailed it to the bathroom. Thankfully, I made it to the toilet before bringing up half the booze I’d consumed. I braced my palms against the wall beside the toilet as I finished puking.
    Groaning, I slowly pushed myself to my feet, flushed the toilet, and brushed my teeth. I stumbled back into the living room feeling no more sober but way better now that my stomach wasn’t so queasy.
    â€œAre you OK?” Courtney asked when I returned.
    Josh snorted. “Does she look it?”
    I didn’t have the energy for a sarcastic comeback, so I flashed him the middle finger and sat back down.
    Blake gave me a small, genuine smile that melted me. “You good?”
    â€œMmm. I’m just gonna rest my eyes for a minute.” Keep still and don’t move a muscle. If I could be a statue, the waves of nausea would go away. Closing my eyes, I felt sleep dragging me under.
    â€œI’m going up to bed,” Megan announced. “I’m tired and probably going to have a hangover from hell tomorrow.” I nodded against the sofa cushion with my eyes still shut and mentally punched myself. Do not move, Mackenzie.
    â€œErr, Megan, down here tonight,” Josh reminded. It was Courtney’s idea that we should all sleep downstairs like it was a big slumber party. Why it mattered where we were when we were unconscious, I did not know. Of course Josh would back her up. Not because she was his girlfriend, but because it would make him look like a good boyfriend. He wouldn’t care if Megan slept outside.
    â€œShut up, Josh,” she said, forcing her words to slur.
    â€œCome on, Megan, you agreed,” Courtney whined.
    Josh put his arm on Court’s thigh and leaned toward Megan. “This isn’t your house, in case you forgot.”
    Aaron scoffed. “How could she forget? You remind us every five minutes!”
    â€œYou’re a guest, Aaron, so you do what I say, when I say!”
    â€œBloody hell, Josh, why does it bloody matter where everyone sleeps?” Blake snapped.
    Thank you! I thought. At least someone was reasonable.
    â€œJust go upstairs if you want, Megan,” Blake said.
    I flicked my eyes open in time to see Megan stick out her tongue at Josh and stumble up the stairs. Blake was quiet but smirking at the scene.
    You so like Blake. I did—much more than I should.
    â€œWhat’s your problem?” Aaron asked Josh, slumping back against the end of the sofa from his place on the floor. “Ever since Tilly and Gigi died, you’ve been a complete dick.”
    Before that too.
    I curled up, not wanting to talk about my dead friends with Josh. It made me violently angry when I thought about the things he’s said and what he was doing. You can be glad you didn’t die, but it’s unacceptable to be glad someone else did. I gritted my teeth.
    â€œWhat’s your problem?” Josh sneered. “You dumped Tilly just before, remember?”
    Aaron’s eyes darkened. “You know what, Josh? Drop dead! I swear if you ever say her name again,