Page 59 of Teacher's Pet

The guy shrugged and left without much of a fight.

Dammit, Landon.

“Ugh, you suck.” I groaned, glaring at him. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of the guy under the covers peeking out.

“You’re way out of it,” Landon said. “Here, I’ll order you an Uber.”

I shook my head furiously. “No.”

“No? You’re one drink away from getting raped. Hell, you’re probably already there.”

“Landon!” a voice snapped from behind him.

He threw his arms up. “What? Look at him!”

“I’ll call Devon,” I mumbled, fumbling my phone out of my pocket and pulling up my messages.

“Who’s Devon? Your boyfriend?”

He’s not, but I nodded anyway. “Yessir.”

“Fine. Text him so you can leave, and I can get laid.”

“As if,” the voice behind him muttered.

I focused on my screen, fighting autocorrect as I typed.

Me:

Hey

Devon babyyy

Plwease pick me uop,

One drink away from passing out kidna sorry not really but pick me up

I make sure to drop my location, then shoved the phone into my pocket.

“I’ma wait outside.”

“You sure you’re good?” Landon asked, already walking me toward the door.

I nodded and gave him a thumbs-up. “Yessir.”

***

The cold air hit me as soon as I stepped outside. I put some distance between myself and the house, too many people are passed out on the lawn, the grass littered with cups.

I wrapped my arms around myself and waited.

I know Devon lived a bit far, but this is ridiculous. Did he even get my message?

I walked farther from the house, away from the pounding music, toward the quiet. Out here, there’s nothing but empty land and the glow of the house behind me.

I pulled my phone from my pocket to check if my message went through when I heard a car pulling up beside me.

I was still a little tipsy, but even I knew that wasn’t Devon’s vehicle. I veered toward the opposite corner of the lot, but the car followed.