Page 26 of A Solid Guide to Surviving a Situationship

Coming here.

Coming to me.

Three directions.

Three ex-boyfriends.

All converging.

At the same time.

On my birthday.

I stared at them, one by one, drunk and horrified.

“What in the Mamma Mia is happening?” I asked, my vision spinning harder and faster.

Andi opened her mouth. But it was too late.

My stomach flipped.

I grabbed the nearest thing in front of me—the metal bucket for the tequila bottle—and threw up.

Somewhere I heard someone scream.

“JESUS CHRIST, JAMES!”

I was not fine.

The room spun more than ever.

The lights blurred.

The last thing I saw was three familiar silhouettes getting closer.

Then…

Nothing.

I passed out.

Shit.

CHAPTER 4

HONEY HAS THOUGHTS

I woke up the next day like I had died and been resurrected against my will.

My head was pounding. My mouth tasted like cheap tequila and regret.

I shot up in bed so fast I almost blacked out. Because I remembered.

The club.

The bathroom.

The faces.