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“Oh no, you don’t.” He takes the bottle out of my hands, which is already empty. He grabs me another and I wave it off, but he refuses, giving me a stern look. “C’mon. If I can’t cheer you up within an hour, I’ll call you a taxi. Allie isn’t at home, right? I heard she was working late tonight?”
The fact that he knows that Allie was meant to be working tonight is concerning. It doesn’t seem like something someone would bring up in conversation.
Weird.
“No. She worked a late shift last night so they gave her the night off. She’s on a double tomorrow,” I answer. “I really don’t want to ruin your night.”
“You won’t. And like I said, if you don’t start enjoying yourself in an hour and still want to go home, I’ll call you a taxi.”
He brings me in for a hug, his strong arms keeping me huddled to him. When he pulls back, he holds the bottle out, and I smile, rolling my eyes. Snatching the bottle from him, I take a hefty swig, giving in to him.
“I’ll stay for an hour, but I am going to go home,” I tell him pointedly, letting him see how serious I am. I just don’t feel like being sociable right now. My bed is calling me and so is the tub of ice cream in my freezer.
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Blinking, I try to focus through my blurry vision, but everything is hazy, doubling before me in a fog.
“Slag,” a girl shouts close by, and I struggle to open my eyes to see who she’s talking to. When I do, a shadow of a slim girl is standing in front of me, her stance defensive and unfriendly.
“You talking to me?” I ask, groaning when she comes into view, her face leaning in closer.
I know her.
Well, I think I do.
Why can’t I remember? Why does my tongue feel heavy?
“Yeah, you. First Cole, then Alec, and now Logan? You really do get around, you slut.”
“Christie, leave,” a voice booms from behind me, and I realise I’m sitting on someone’s lap.
I am sitting,I think.
This is not good.
Why is everything fuzzy?
Wait, am I lying down?
Why can’t I get up? Show this… This… What am I talking about?
I laugh loudly, the noise vibrating painfully through my skull, and I moan in pain.
“You can’t kick me out. My brother lives here too,” the girl shouts, the noise causing me to groan and lean back.
Feeling a hard body beneath me, I begin to panic, but then I hearhisvoice and relax. He’s my best friend.
I’m safe.
Everything is okay.
“If your brother wants to keep renting the spare room, he’ll kick you out too. Now fuck off.”
“Logan? My head hurts,” I whine, trying to find my phone and bag.
“What are you doing?” he chuckles, his hands rubbing my thighs.
“Calling Allie. I want to go home.”