It Started With A Concussion ✔️

Chapter 24

I woke up the next morning feeling...okay.

I still remembered most of what happened last night, but I still felt like I was missing something. I threw my blanket off and searched the room for my phone.

I checked the time and, oh shit, why is it so late? I went to my messages and saw a text from Kayla.

Hoe #1: You were pretty drunk last night so we didn't want to wake you. There's Advil in a cabinet in the kitchen. We're at the beach if you're feeling up to it.

That was sent almost two hours ago. Besides my head feeling a little fuzzy I felt fine. I took the Advil just in case before changing and walking to the beach.

By the time I got down there I was sweating and feeling a little lightheaded. On top of that I was feeling way too tired for my own good.

I threw my stuff down and sat in the shade until I felt better. Everyone asked if I was okay, and I was, so I tried my best to involve myself with everyone.

I went down by the water but even that didn't help. I'm the first to know heat and hangovers don't mix, but I challenged the concept anyway.

Bad. Bad idea.

I felt awful but I refused to throw this day away. We were on vacation and tomorrow was our last day down here. I didn't even try to go into the water, I just had a bad feeling about it.

I walked back up from the water and passed all the guys playing a game of football. I had no clue Elliot excused himself until he came up to me.

"Hey Em, how are you doing?" he asks, throwing an arm over my shoulder.

"I'm fine, I just feel like crap." I explain.

"Well you're the first one to know-"

"Hangovers and heat don't mix, yeah, I get it. But I wasn't going to just stay in the house." I argue as he walks me back to our stuff.

"You're lucky Jackson was able to find you last night. I swear, I thought I lost you for a second." he jokes as I sit down in the shade.

Wait. Jackson brought me back?

"I thought you brought me back to the house." I genuinely question.

"Nope." He shakes his head and grabs a water out of the cooler. "He carried you back actually, my correction."

I catch the water he throws me and stay quiet. He carried me back? I thought I was on Elliot's back.

Oh no.

I shut my eyes and lean back into the chair, remembering part of the conversation I thought I had with Elliot.

He would always come and get me.

Suddenly I felt like I was in the blistering heat, sweating. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Why would he tell me that?

I don't know, but he did. And I like knowing that-for some god awful reason I like knowing that he would get me.

I stayed in the shade until Hannah walked back from the water and laid on the blanket. "Hannah?"

"Yeah?"

I stand up and walk over to her, not wanting to shout my nagging question. "So...did anything happen last night?" I nudge her with my hand.

She looked at me and smirked.

I squealed and clapped my hands together. "So...?"

"Don't act all surprised, I know you talked to him." she downplayed her happiness.