Chapter 91

Ace POV The next day I was so fucking hungover, my head pounding as I roll on my side. Today was our 17th birthday, and Arial decided to get us shitfaced a day early. Man was I paying for it this morning. I groan, forcing myself up before running my hands over my face. Tyson also got up in the bed across from me. "My mouth tastes like a fucking ashtray" he grumbles. I got up heading for the bathroom, making sure Lucy didn't cling wrap the toilet bowl lastnight. No cling wrap and I quickly pee before heading back to the room. "Want one?" Tyson asks, cracking the window open and sitting on the windowsill. I take the packet lighting one before climbing out the window and sitting on the roof leaning against the wall under the window. "Fuck my head is pounding" I tell him. "I don't feel too bad, surprisingly," he says. I could smell the BBQ going and looked at Tyson. "What time