Hangover by Hayley Lawson

Author:Hayley Lawson [Lawson, Hayley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-12-30T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THREE

Benjamin woke to several dull thuds. His head felt better, but still, he lay in Ted’s bed for a few moments, making absolutely sure that the pounding wasn’t coming from his head. He finally tossed aside and blankets and climbed out of bed. He shuffled to the doorway. Alex and Elijah, machete and baseball bat in hand, were already at the door, so Benjamin remained standing at the entrance of Ted’s room. Elijah peeked through the peephole. “It’s the girls!” he announced, brightening.

“Sweet!” Alex declared.

“And Chad,” Elijah added sourly.

“Wonderful,” Benjamin deadpanned.

“I know, right?” Elijah asked.

Alex opened the door, and indeed, it was the women and Chad, whom Benjamin had decided was now and forever going to be his mortal foe.

“Hey, guys,” Daisy said, tapping the butt of her bat against the carpet.

Chad’s arm snaked across Sara’s waist. “Yeah,” Chad said. “We were starving and thought we’d come over.”

“Do you have any food?” Amber asked. “I’m pretty good at cooking good things on a budget.”

“And if not, were you planning on getting any?” Sara asked. “Or trying to order any in?”

“Why don’t you ladies come in, and we’ll discuss our options?” Elijah inquired, waggling his eyebrows.

They all filed in. Chad included. As Chad settled onto the sofa, Elijah scowled at his back. “I don’t suppose we can leave him out,” Elijah whispered.

“No,” Alex replied. “That would be rude.”

Elijah heaved a loud sigh and collapsed onto the sofa like he’d just run a marathon. Benjamin smiled in sympathy and crammed himself onto the sofa with everyone else.

“It’s going to be a pain to find a place that’s open,” Sara said, her finger flicking over her phone.

“Pizza seems like a safe choice,” Benjamin said, “And considering the vast amount of pizza places in New York City, it seems statistically likely that at least one of them is open.”

“So we’ll call them all!” Chad declared. “But we have to make sure we can get a pizza that is gluten-free. And low fat sauce. I have a very strict diet.”

Benjamin rolled his eyes and called Pizza Hut. They were going to get whatever pizza place answered the phone. That was what. For a while, they sat there, dialing pizza place after pizza place but to no avail. Finally, Amber cleared her throat. “I think pizza is probably a no-go. What about Chinese?”

“Ugh,” Chad replied. “Have you seen the sodium in Chinese food?”

Benjamin clenched his jaw. Chad had some nerve to complain; while the rest of them had spent a good half-hour dialing pizza place after pizza place, Chad had sat there flipping through some social media app. Maybe Instagram.

“Chinese it is,” Benjamin cut in.

He was tired, hungry, and not in the mood for Chad’s crap.

So they called every Chinese place in New York City. Also, to no avail.

Benjamin morosely ended his call with Panda Express. “Ideas now?” he asked.

“I have an idea,” Amber said. “Why don’t we call and get some fresh bread, cold cuts, lettuce, tomato, and dressings?”

For a beat, no one spoke.

“What?” Amber asked.

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