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me and stopped me from taking my fourth. “I know I said I’d drive tonight, but I didn’t volunteer to clean up puke.”
“I’m fine,” I said more or less telling myself than her.
“Downing shots of tequila tells me you’re not fine, give me that.” She took the other shot out of my hand as I reached for it.
“What happened?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I said.
“Okay that’s fine, but how about we lay off the tequila for a bit.” I could see the concern in her eyes so I didn’t argue. “Let’s go back outside,” she suggested.
“No,” I snapped.
“Don’t worry he’s not out there anymore,” she reassured me.
I stared at the shot of tequila in her hand and thought maybe some air would be a good idea. She put the shot back down on the bar and made a gesture to the bartender saying not to serve me anymore shots.
When we were back outside, I didn’t bother to look whether Logan was still there or not. I went right over to Landon, sat on his lap, and laid my head on his shoulder. Landon just put his arms around me and gave me a squeeze. He could always tell when something was wrong with me. He never pushed the issue though. He knew I’d talk when I was ready.
I was so lost in my thoughts I hadn’t noticed at first Nate talking to Cole. Seriously, why won’t this guy go away? “What’s he doing here?” I asked Peyton.
“Nate saw him and started talking to him.”
I looked over and Cole was looking back at me. This time he didn’t smile. He had an, ‘I’m sorry look on his face,’ as if he was there to witness Logan and my conversation. I just looked away. The last thing I wanted was pity from him.
Landon patted me on my side and I lifted my head to look at him. “I have to take a whiz,” he said. I stood so he could get up.
“Anybody need anything while I’m up?” Landon asked.
I turned to Peyton mouthing the words, “can I?”
She rolled her eyes at me and said, “Fine, but I don’t want to hear any complaints tomorrow.”
She and I knew tequila wasn’t my friend, but when I was having a bad day it always made me feel better, at least for the moment.
I told Landon to grab me a beer and two shots of tequila. He was hesitant, but Peyton nodded at him letting him know it was okay.
After my fifth or was it my sixth shot of tequila—I lost count—I was feeling good. It was a good thing Landon was holding onto me or I’d probably fall off his lap.
“Ooohh, I love this song, you guys wanna dance?” Alex asked.
“Yeah let’s go,” I said jumping up off Landon’s lap. I asked Peyton if she wanted to come. She said no, she was going to stay and sit with everyone else. I shrugged my shoulders, grabbed Alex’s hand, and headed inside to the dance floor.
The dance area wasn’t very big, but it didn’t matter. At the moment I didn’t care about anything. Proof the tequila was doing its job.
Alex and I were on the dance floor having a good time busting a move, laughing at all the people who thought they could dance and the oddly matched up couples. There were guys trying to impress girls with what they thought were their best moves. Most of them just looked like they were convulsing trying to stay in rhythm.
There were girls in groups dancing together doing their own thing and girls and guys grinding up against each other oblivious that other people were around.
I started to giggle when I saw some small, Asian guy trying to dance with a girl twice his size and I turned to point them out to Alex but I stopped. Not far off to my right I saw Logan all over some chick. I froze and just stood there watching them. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and his hands were moving from her hips to her butt as they danced. I stared, wondering if she was the reason he decided to go back on his word.
Alex caught on to my blank stare and shook me out of it. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Hold on, I’ll be right back,” I said and marched right over to
“I’m fine,” I said more or less telling myself than her.
“Downing shots of tequila tells me you’re not fine, give me that.” She took the other shot out of my hand as I reached for it.
“What happened?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I said.
“Okay that’s fine, but how about we lay off the tequila for a bit.” I could see the concern in her eyes so I didn’t argue. “Let’s go back outside,” she suggested.
“No,” I snapped.
“Don’t worry he’s not out there anymore,” she reassured me.
I stared at the shot of tequila in her hand and thought maybe some air would be a good idea. She put the shot back down on the bar and made a gesture to the bartender saying not to serve me anymore shots.
When we were back outside, I didn’t bother to look whether Logan was still there or not. I went right over to Landon, sat on his lap, and laid my head on his shoulder. Landon just put his arms around me and gave me a squeeze. He could always tell when something was wrong with me. He never pushed the issue though. He knew I’d talk when I was ready.
I was so lost in my thoughts I hadn’t noticed at first Nate talking to Cole. Seriously, why won’t this guy go away? “What’s he doing here?” I asked Peyton.
“Nate saw him and started talking to him.”
I looked over and Cole was looking back at me. This time he didn’t smile. He had an, ‘I’m sorry look on his face,’ as if he was there to witness Logan and my conversation. I just looked away. The last thing I wanted was pity from him.
Landon patted me on my side and I lifted my head to look at him. “I have to take a whiz,” he said. I stood so he could get up.
“Anybody need anything while I’m up?” Landon asked.
I turned to Peyton mouthing the words, “can I?”
She rolled her eyes at me and said, “Fine, but I don’t want to hear any complaints tomorrow.”
She and I knew tequila wasn’t my friend, but when I was having a bad day it always made me feel better, at least for the moment.
I told Landon to grab me a beer and two shots of tequila. He was hesitant, but Peyton nodded at him letting him know it was okay.
After my fifth or was it my sixth shot of tequila—I lost count—I was feeling good. It was a good thing Landon was holding onto me or I’d probably fall off his lap.
“Ooohh, I love this song, you guys wanna dance?” Alex asked.
“Yeah let’s go,” I said jumping up off Landon’s lap. I asked Peyton if she wanted to come. She said no, she was going to stay and sit with everyone else. I shrugged my shoulders, grabbed Alex’s hand, and headed inside to the dance floor.
The dance area wasn’t very big, but it didn’t matter. At the moment I didn’t care about anything. Proof the tequila was doing its job.
Alex and I were on the dance floor having a good time busting a move, laughing at all the people who thought they could dance and the oddly matched up couples. There were guys trying to impress girls with what they thought were their best moves. Most of them just looked like they were convulsing trying to stay in rhythm.
There were girls in groups dancing together doing their own thing and girls and guys grinding up against each other oblivious that other people were around.
I started to giggle when I saw some small, Asian guy trying to dance with a girl twice his size and I turned to point them out to Alex but I stopped. Not far off to my right I saw Logan all over some chick. I froze and just stood there watching them. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and his hands were moving from her hips to her butt as they danced. I stared, wondering if she was the reason he decided to go back on his word.
Alex caught on to my blank stare and shook me out of it. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Hold on, I’ll be right back,” I said and marched right over to
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