I had never been so hungover in my life until right now.

My head was pounding and my entire body felt cold with chills and the cold tile floor of this bathroom against the bottom of my legs sure as hell wasn't helping.

Hunter, with his arms wrapped around the porcelain toilet bowl, however, has been spilling his guts every few minutes.

The bathroom reeked of vomit and regret. Both of them had been hungover plenty of times -- we'd even been used to it by now -- but nothing like this.

"Reckon it was worth it?" Hunter asks, his voice muffled by his forearm.

I wipe the beads of sweat from my forehead as I lean the back of my head deeper into the fancy hotel bathroom wall, giving my friend a sickly smile. "Hell yeah."

He looks up at me past his tan arm, his dark eyes alight with bliss and though I can't see it, I can tell by the way his eyes crinkle up that he's smiling wide.

He reaches over to give me a fist bump and I accept it, doing the same, but I could've predicted that within seconds, he'd harshly pull away and go back to holding onto the toilet with those sweaty palms of his.

I stand, laughing as much as my body will allow me without my gut feeling like it's been punched. Hell, I can barely make it onto two feet. But when I do, I pats Hunter's back twice, still chuckling. "Lightweight."

And though he's projectile vomiting, he still somehow manages to hold his middle finger up in the air for me to see, which only intensifies my laughter as I walk out and into the bedroom.

I kneel down onto my knees, just like before, and reach into the unzipped brown leather bag I'd been using as a suitcase and pull out an outfit.

It's easy to tug a shirt on over my head -- just not to ignore the way my ice cold finger tips feel against my hot skin. As if I have a fever. And maybe I do.

But today is much too big of a day for me to miss.

Today, I'm going to disrupt a tornado.

        "Are you fucking kidding me?"

I want to kill Javi.

I only agreed to this stupid plan because I thought someone would finally hear me out on my ideas.

I'd spent the last three months jobless because after the last and fourth company I pitched my method to stopping a tornado to -- they laughed in my face.

So when Javi from Storm Par came knocking on my door, I thought I would finally get my nobel-fucking-prize.

But instead, I'm here to compete with some blonde girl from New York who does her work solely with instinct. No facts.

"Just... calm down." Javi tells me, putting two hands on either one of my shoulders as he looks down on me like I'm a child who needs to be put in timeout.

I take a step back, probably coming off more aggressive than I should have. "Calm down?"

I'm suddenly laughing in the man's face, and Hunter quickly follows my lead -- especially when the back of my hand hits the front of his shoulder and I look up at him like it's a cue to join in on my faux laughter.

"I didn't mean to--" The blonde girl begins to speak, but I stop her.

"Can it, City Girl."

Javi quickly cuts back in. "Dallas!"

But I can't even say anything to degrade him or his intelligence because we're soon interrupted by the sound of men and women around us erupting into murmurs and oohs as soon as a red monster truck comes into sight with a car and an RV following behind it.

They're honking obnoxiously and blaring country music from it and between the cowboy hat on the dash and the tornado with horns logo centered on the grille of the vehicle -- I'm immediately able to recognize that this day has turned into my worst nightmare.

"Isn't that..." Hunter starts, but he doesn't have to finish because soon enough I can already make out that it's Tyler.

And he's looking right back at me.

And even worse, Boone has his camera sticking out the window right in all of our faces. "Hey, Storm Par! We're live on YouTube, say something!"

But when his eyes fall on Hunter and I, his face lights with a wicked grin.

"Well, no shit!" The truck stops moving but the engine stays running -- roaring nearly as loud as the god-awful music. "Dal and Hunter, what are you two doing with these science nerds?"

I don't know anymore because although I signed a contract, I've been cheated out of the deal entirely.

I don't say anything, just glare.

He laughs and it only makes me want to punch someone even more. "Science is fun!"

The truck goes into park a little further down the lot and in front of the abandoned gas station and as the crowd of people in their orange ponchos surround Tyler and his crew, I find myself clenching my fists at my sides.

"Who is he?" The blonde girl from beside me asks.

"The bane of my fucking existence." I answer through gritted teeth.

"Tyler Owens." Javi says at the same time. "Call himself the Tornado Wrangler."

I reach into my pocket for a toothpick -- a substitute I'd been using to quit my smoking habits -- and place it between my teeth, also to protect them from being gritted against one another.

And as soon as I see Tyler step out from that truck I turn to face Javi with my back to the crowd. "Fuck this. I'm out."

Hunter follows my lead as I begin to walk back to parking lot in which my truck is parked but Javi grabs my hand. "Meadows."

I shake my head, clicking my jaw back and fourth. "Not doing it."

"We need you."

I drop his hand and give the girl beside him one final glare. "Have City Girl do it."

And I turn on my heels for a second time, prepared to walk forward but as soon as I look ahead -- Tyler is staring right at me with a stupid smirk before tipping his hat at me. His signature.

And all he gets from me, is my signature -- an eyeroll and my middle finger.