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Lincoln
When I walked away from him, I knew he was only telling me what I wanted to hear to protect his friendship with Reiss. He cared more about that than taking care of himself.
I shouldn’t have agreed to the extra shots but I kept drinking to get a rise out of Colson. It is all starting to catch up to me quickly and everything is starting to blur.
“Do you want to get out of here?” Jackson asks loudly over the music and chatter around us. My body’s inability to speak and the spinning of the room doesn’t bode well for either of us when I hit the floor with a thud.
My eyes open when I feel a cold sensation on my forehead and it’s not Jackson that is standing in front of me.
It’s Colson and Reiss.
“Come on,” Colson says, slipping his hands under my knees and around my back, lifting me off the floor, completely disregarding his crutches. “Let’s get you home.”
I feel comforted by his touch and empty the second he places me in the passenger seat of his car.
“You sure you got her?” I hear Reiss ask. “I’ve never seen her this sloppy and you are limping.”
“Yeah bro, I’m ready to head home anyway.”
Reiss sighs, “Can you take her to your house to sleep it off? If dad sees her like this I’ll never hear the end of it.”
Colson nods, “Yeah, we’ll go in through the basement. There’s no way my dad is still up.”
Reiss walks away and I watch as Colson eyes Jack suspiciously before slipping into the driver’s seat.
“I fucking hate that guy,” he says under his breath, and I watch as he messes with the air conditioner.
“Who Jack?” I slur, trying my best not to sound drunk.
He doesn’t answer me, but the way he’s driving tells me he’s pissed. He takes every turn a little too fast and his foot hammers down violently on the accelerator. Every curve makes my head swim and when we stop at the next red light my stomach turns.
“Colson, I…”
Before the words finish leaving my mouth there’s vomit all over the floorboard of Colson’s truck.
Oh no.
“Are you okay?” He whispers. “You drank way too much. You shouldn’t do that to yourself. You could have alcohol poisoning.”
I groan, my head still propped up on my elbows between my legs. “I dunno what was in those jello shots but they fucked me up.”
The jello shots, the sun, the dehydration. The back and forth with Colson. It was all hitting me a little too hard.