Broken

• Chapter 113 •

- CLEMENTINE -

I wake up with an obnoxious headache and drool covering my face. I wince as the sun shines through the window, illuminating my room. I get up slowly and press the stop button on my alarm. I didn't even realize I had set an alarm. Shit, I'm late. My feet stagger towards the bathroom, desperate for a shower. Guess I'll have to skip breakfast today.

What the hell happened last night?

I step out of the shower and let my hair air dry as I slip on my uniform. I come across a note on my desk as I pack my school bag and hastily put my shoes on.

Interesting first date. Hope your hangover doesn't suck too bad. I'm picking you up for school x - Ashton.

His handwriting is admirably pretty for a dude. I groan to myself, already embarrassed at whatever it is I've done last night. I shouldn't have gotten drunk on a school night. Plus, I violated curfew. I groan again. I'm probably in trouble.

"Hey you," Ashton smirks at me as I step out of the house.

He's leaned up against his car, arms folded across his chest. I walk up to him and sigh, wrapping my arms around him. He kisses my cheek and asks how I'm feeling as we step into his car.

"Shit. I woke up late and I haven't had time to eat anything, and I don't remember what happened last night. Did we go to the beach?" I wince at the blurry memories and buckle my seatbelt.

He chuckles. "I set your alarm. I knew you'd need some sleep so I brought you food. I don't want you being whiny and annoying all day," he says as he pulls out a bag with a croissant in it and a hot coffee. The bag is warm.

I look at him, he's currently my favorite person on the entire planet. I could marry this kid.

"You're such a babe I could blow you right now," I say as I stuff my mouth with the croissant.

He laughs as he pulls away from the curb and drives towards school. "You're so annoying," he shakes his head. "Anyway. Last night. You got extremely wasted and started going around trying to buy coke from everyone. Finally, you found a homeless man who had some. You gave him a lap dance as payment, but you should brush up on your dancing skills."

I choke, "I DID WHAT?"

He nods and shrugs, "It doesn't end there. You then proceeded to streak down the street and tried to share your coke with a police officer. The only reason you were let off the hook is cause I told him your dad died and you were having a shit day. And you don't actually have coke."

My eyebrows knit together and my jaw drops, "You're joking. Right?"

He smirks, "Yeah. As if I'd let you give a lap dance to a homeless man. He'd be a dead homeless man."

I laugh and shove him. "You're such an asshole! I nearly had a heart attack. What actually happened then?" I sigh in relief.

He shrugs, "You got really drunk and went skinny dipping in the freezing ocean at one in the morning. I had to come in after you so you wouldn't die, and then you got pissed at me cause I wouldn't fuck you. Then you passed out."

My cheeks blaze and my eyes widen in horror. He glances at me and laughs, "Standing up, by the way. You were yelling at me and then you fell asleep."

I. Am. Mortified. WHY AM I SO FUCKING EMBARRASSING?

"Please tell me you're fucking with me again," I groan as I press my hand to my forehead.

He snorts, "Nope."