Jason's POV

The way I feel right now? It's like my head is pounding like someone's been using it as a drum all night. I groan, trying to piece together the mess that's my brain right now.

There's an arm draped over my neck. I don't even have to look to know it's her. The cheerleader. Tracy? Danny? Fuck, I can't remember. All I know is we spent last night drinking and then fucking.

Her perfume is still in the air and the cloying sweetness of it is making my stomach churn. I scowl, ...