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“Did he force you, Kyla?” I ask as gently as possible.
She frowns. “Not really. I mean, I told him I didn’t feel good, but…”
And here I thought my opinion of Wesley couldn’t get much lower.
“All right, so then what happened?” None of this explains why they’ve all ended up in our room.
“Wesley got so mad he kicked all of us out of their suite.” Hayden sits up and glares at Kyla.
Hayden and Darcy’s attitude toward their friend is really starting to piss me off. “Kyla can’t help getting sick, Hayden. Why’re you taking it out on her?”
“Well, Wade and Wesley got into a fight over it! And Wade took off. Wesley kicked us all out! We didn’t have anywhere else to go, so we came here,” she says in a rush as if it explains her shitty behavior.
“Yeah, so? Wade’s a pussy and can’t stand up to his asshole brother.” I sneer. “That’s not Kyla’s fault either.”
“Thank you,” Kyla whispers.
Hayden glares at me for a few seconds, then blows out a breath. “Sorry, Kyla,” she murmurs. “I just wanted everything to be perfect tonight.”
“Like I didn’t?” Kyla screeches. “I’m mortified!”
“Okay, okay.” I hold out my hands like I’m reffing a fight at The Castle. In fact, I kinda wish I was.
“Sorry we interrupted you guys,” Kyla says to me.
“It’s okay,” I assure her. “You did the right thing coming to us.”
They’re not in any condition to leave, either.
Fuck. I can’t stay here. Spending the night with my girlfriend is one thing. Staying in the same room with her and her drunk, underage friends is out of the question.
I grab my bag, then crook my finger at Molly, motioning for her to follow me into the bathroom. Once we’re inside, I pull jeans, socks, and sneakers out of my bag.
Molly’s gaze follows my every move. “I’m so sorry about this.”
“It’s okay.” I try to ignore the way she watches me change out of the shorts but god damn, it’s a turn-on having her eyes on me. “I’m going to run downstairs and see if I can find some saltines and ginger ale to settle her stomach.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t open the door for anyone except me.” I nod toward the bedroom. “And don’t let them leave.”
“I’ll do my best.”
“Fair enough. I don’t want you to leave the room, okay?”
“I won’t.”
“Good.” I lean down and kiss her cheek.
Outside our room, more people than I’d expect to see at this hour are wandering the hallway. I double-check the door locked behind me, then head for the elevator.
Downstairs, the small hotel grocery store is manned by an irritated-looking employee. Ignoring his watchful glare, I pick up a box of crackers, a sleeve of Oreos, four small bottles of ginger ale, and a bottle of Tylenol. At the register, I grab two bananas out of the bowl on the counter.
The clerk recites a total equal to what I spend on a week’s worth of groceries. I charge it to our room, grab the small paper bag he hands me, and return upstairs. I knock lightly, then use my key card to open the door. The security chain jerks the door to a stop.
“Hang on!” Molly says. “Sorry.” She undoes the chain and opens the door.
“Don’t apologize. I want you to keep that lock on.” I hand her the bag. “Try to get them to eat something and take the Tylenol before you all go to sleep. There’s more water in the fridge. Make sure you drink a lot, okay?”
