Chapter 51
JULIAN POLE
I don't even know how I'm alive right now. My head feels like somebody dropped a bowling ball on it and then decided to do it again for fun. Luka's lying face down beside me groaning like he got hit by a bus. And Rico's nowhere to be seen, which either means he's dead or he's already up being the responsible one.
He's always the responsible one.
The smell of chicken soup hits me before I even open my eyes properly. That's my first clue.
"Oh my God, he's cooking," I mutter, rolling off the couch. The blanket tangles around my legs and I almost fall, which would've been kind of poetic if I cared right now.
Luka mumbles into the pillow. "What time is it?"
"I don't know. Still too early for consequences."
