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“There they are!” Nel’s voice sounded distant.
I whipped my head up, seeing that it was because he was a long way away. Shit. I picked up my pace and slid through the crowd, no one trying to pull me onto the dance floor. Which was a good thing. I didn’t dance.
“Oh man…” Tyson looked me over as I made it to the three of them. “You’re fucked-up already, Jackson.”
“No,” I lied, barely able to see straight. “I haven’t had that much.”
“Okay.” Aaron burst into deep laughter. “I want whatever you had though. You look wrecked—and that’s what I wanna be before this is over.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I blew him off. “Where are we going next? Because I’m tired of the music here.”
Tyson raised a brow at me. “Um, I figured we’d just go to the place next door.”
My phone vibrated against my leg, and I instantly reached for it, falling in step behind the guys as we made our way to the exit. I narrowed my eyes at the bright light. Sure enough, Lena had texted me back.
Having a blast.
I furrowed my brow. Was she not even gonna ask if I was having fun? How fuckin’ rude. But as I shoved the phone back into my pocket, it went off again. I almost ignored it, figuring it would be someone else—but I didn’t.
Are you drunk?
I stared at her message, taking a deep breath to steady my heart rate. The alcohol must’ve made it get out of hand—though that had never happened before.
Why dios it matter
Hitting the send button, I looked up, noticing that I had come to a stop just before the exit of the club—and all three of my friends were staring at me. “What?”
“Put your fuckin’ phone up,” Aaron said, folding his arms across his chest. “Leave her alone for the night. She’d probably have more fun without you badgering her with texts that don’t make any sense.
“He’s got a point,” Tyson added, shrugging. “And we almost left you because you stopped walking. So, come on.”
I frowned, but put my phone up, following them out into the night air. My ears were ringing from the loud music, though I hadn’t realized it until the door fully shut behind us.
The streets were packed with people. Some of them were pulling their phones out to take pictures, and others acted like we didn’t exist.
My phone buzzed, but I ignored it. I didn’t want to lose sight of the guys. That would just piss them off more. My mind wondered what Lena was doing in that moment, and if some slick-chested dude was shaking his banana hammock in her face.
Fuck, that’s gross.
But would Lena think it was gross?
Most definitely.
I laughed at the thought of her, shrunk back against a chair while some dude got all up in her space. She would probably think it was pure torture—just because she’d be so embarrassed. I stepped through the door of the next bar, a much quieter, dive kind of place—though it was still pretty crowded.
“Fuck, I need more to drink,” Nel muttered as we headed toward the bar.
“Karaoke starts in ten minutes,” a voice said over a PA system. Everyone cheered and I joined them because well, why the fuck not?
“We’ll have six shots of your best tequila,” Tyson said to the bartender.
I dug my phone out, leaning against the counter for support. My heart pounded in my ears as I fumbled with it, nearly dropping the stupid thing a couple of times. My finger finally connected with the lock button, lighting up the screen. I opened the text message thread, squinting down.
Have a good night.
“What the fuck,” I grunted under my breath. She basically just decided that she didn’t want to talk to me. And why? Because of everything that happened? Gritting my teeth, I texted her back.
I tld you ai was sorry for what happened. I am sorry
