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She follows behind me as we go back to the front yard and I smile as Bree’s eyes land on me.
“There you two are.” She says, and I drape my arm over her shoulder. “Where’d you go?”
“Kayleigh was just asking me what I got you for your birthday tomorrow.” Judging by the gasp that leaves her mouth, Kay completely forgot.
“Oh! Tell me!” My girlfriend begs.
I chuckle softly. “Not a chance babe.”
She groans in response but tucks her head into my chest. As Kayleigh looks at me, I wink. It isn’t to be arrogant, but just to show her I’m always one step ahead. Unfortunately, I don’t think she sees it that way because she rolls her eyes and begins to chug her drink.
AN HOUR INTO THE party, I retreat to my bedroom. I give Bree the excuse that I’m tired, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Kayleigh is drunk, and the more she drank, the less I trusted myself around her. By the third time she bit her lip as she looked at me, I knew I had to get out of there.
I’m sitting on my bed, messing around with my phone, when my door opens. Bree marches in dragging a guilty looking Kayleigh behind her.
“Bree, I love you and all, but I’m not interested in a threesome.” She slurs.
I can’t help but laugh, but Bree doesn’t share my amusement. She rolls her eyes and turns to me.
“Taylor and I just found her making out with Caleb.” She says and I feel my stomach drop. “I don’t have the time to carry her drunk ass home. I need to make sure Taylor’s okay. Can she crash here?”
I’m about to tell her it’s not a good idea, when Kayleigh squeals. “Look! There’s me!”
A smile spreads across my face at her excitement and I snicker. Maybe she should stay. We apparently have something to talk about now.
“Yeah, she’s definitely too drunk to walk back to the dorms. Go take care of Taylor. I’ve got her.”
She gives me a quick kiss and thanks me before heading out the door, shouting not to let drunkie leave as she closes it. I watch as Kayleigh continues to study my room.
“What did you drink?” I ask her.
“A few shots, a couple beers. I’m not exactly sure.”
“Lightweight.” I mumble quietly, but she hears me.
“Shut up. I’m still mad at you.”
“At moi?” I feign surprise. “Why?”
She crosses her arms to look intimidating, but it only makes her look like an angry kitten. It’s adorable. “Because you threatened to tell people about my eating disorder.”
“Ah. Okay.” I surrender. “Fair enough. I’m sorry.”
Her attention turns back to the photos on my wall. “Who are all these people?”
“Friends. Some from here, some from home.”
She seems to be in deep thought. “A lot of people love you.”
I can’t help my instant reaction of disbelief. “There you go with that word again.”
Her eyes finally pull away from the wall to look at me. “What? You don’t believe they love you?”
I don’t think they feel anything close to the way I feel about you.
“I’m not getting into this with you, especially not while you’re drunk.”
“Whatever.” She murmurs, going back to looking around.
