Chapter 15: Sleepy

I turn to Mason, who’s staring at my torn dress and my bruised cheek. "What happened to you?" he asks, concern written all over his face.

"Well, I just tripped over SOMEONE'S shoes and nearly cracked my skull," I say, still lying on my back. I’m too exhausted to get up.

"Someone hit her," Esme blurts out.

Mason's head snaps toward her. "Wait, someone hit you?"

"Ah, yeah, someone did hit me," I slur, pointing at Esme to back her up.

"Who hit you?" Mason's eyes narrow, his voice laced with anger.

"Carter," I huff, the mere thought of him fueling my frustration.

"Carter who?" Jace's voice comes from closer now. I look up and see him hovering over me too, his gaze locked on my cheek and arm.

"Carter Smith?" Mason says, piecing it together. "Charlotte’s ex? The senior?"

"That’s the one," I say with a click of my tongue. The bright light above me has my head throbbing. "Why did he hit you?" Mason asks, his tone still angry. I sigh out. "Well... I called him a pussy. And weak. And