Casters (Book One: Star Caster)

Chapter Thirty

I've never had a hangover before, but I imagine it feels a little like what I feel like right now. My head is pounding so hard I can feel it in my eyes. A whimper escapes my mouth and I turn in bed, cuddling up even closer to the soft squishy thing next to me.

Only to realize the soft squishy thing next to me is Vega!

"Ugh," she moans in pain.

I jolt and quickly peel myself from her side.

"Sorry," I quickly say.

She whimpers and to my surprise cuddles up next to me, grabbing and holding onto my arm.

My face feels warm, but I don't know if it's because of my pounding head or...

"What time is it?" she grumbles.

"I uh, er, uh," I fumble to pull my phone out of my pocket. A plus side of these uniforms, pockets.

Holy crap! Lunchtime already!

"It's lunchtime," I say.

She slowly sits up and rubs her eyes.

"We should get something to eat," I slowly slide off my bed.

"How did we get here?" she looks around.

"I teleported."

"Lucky we survived."

She has a point.

I help her up. She stumbles forward and holds her head for a moment.

"You okay?" I ask.

"I'll be fine, just need to rest and replenish my energy." She sighs.

"Okay."

We walk to get food together. By the time we get there, lunch is already in full swing and mostly everyone is sitting down eating. We share a look before going our separate ways. I grab something to eat before joining Darko and Nerissa at the table.

"Where were you?" she asks.

"Why did you tell the council about my plan to talk to the media?" I change the subject.

"I didn't."

"That's not what they said."

"Wait, how did they even know about that if neither of us told them?"

I shrug.

"Well, what did they say?"

"They said I should do it. They invited the media here for tomorrow. Asherah is supposed to prep me."

"You mean the headmaster?"

"Yeah, whatever. Her."

"Please don't ruin this for us." She pleads.

"I won't."

"Have you asked Bastion's Dance manager yet?"

"No, I was going to do it today, but..."

She eyes me.

"Can you do it?"

"Emery," she sighs.

"Please, please, please, I feel like crap." I pout.

"Fine." She relents.

"How did things go with Ro?" I ask, but just as I do, Ro comes and sits with us.

"We made up." Nerissa supplies.

"Awesome," I say.

Darko grunts in frustration and moves to leave, but before he can I say,