Page 11 of Released from the Sin Bin

That makes sense. Drake must’ve told him something, but I don’t get to find out what it is. Vic passes out before I can even get his pants down to his ankles. I knew that was going to happen. He could barely keep his eyes open in the hall, and had way too much to drink.

He moans Deeana’s name in his sleep and curls into the blanket that I laid over him. If Jocelyn or Luca heard that, they’d have a field day telling me he’s cheating and there’s my proof, but someone you were just talking about popping up in your dream proves nothing. And he wouldn’t do that to Drake.

Still, their accusations make me doubt everything.

I can hear them now.

“He goes after every girl that gives him the slightest bit of attention.”

“He made a pass at me.”

“He’s cheating on you.”

Unable to bear him saying someone else’s name, I leave Vic to sleep and go through the overcrowded house with his birthday party in full swing. The crowd outside had dwindled, with it getting colder out. I heard a few Delta Nu girls say they were moving the party to their house before I went inside to chase after Vic earlier.

The chilly air penetrates through my thin hoodie and I barely have the door open before it’s pulled from my hand.

“Screw you, Carter!” Chelsea shouts and almost knocks me over while trying to get away from him.

We dance a bit to go around each other before she barrels inside, slamming the door behind her. Carter stands at the corner of the porch, looking out over the lawn as if nothing happened.

“What did you do now?” I elbow his side to get his attention.

He shrugs and drinks his beer.

“Would it kill you to be nice to someone? And maybe stop screwing around.” I stretch against the porch railing next to him, taking in the mess of garbage strewn across the lawn. They couldn’t even bother to keep it in the cans we set up.

Carter laughs as he sets down his beer on the thick wooden ledge between us. A sinister laugh that I shouldn’t be surprised to hear.

“You’re so quick to assume I did something. And yet,” he swipes his mouth as if in a deep thought, “your boyfriend is screwing around right in front of your face, and you don’t make those same assumptions against him.”

His sinister laugh with his harsh words cut through me.

Everyone says the same thing, and it shouldn’t hurt me the way it is. I’ve heard it repeatedly, and it means nothing coming from Carter Pierce. He doesn’t know anything.

“Hey, have ya’ll seen Vic?” We’re interrupted by a sweet southern accent before I can counter a response.

I whip around to face Deeana. She’s shivering in her short little red dress and her ridiculous faux fur white coat.

“Oh.” She straightens up and moves back. “Hi, Willa.”

“He’s sleeping. In his bed.” Daggers shoot out of me and right into the large tits coming out of her overly revealing dress. I force out a smile. “Drake is inside. I think I saw him dancing with some girl.”

“Oh, yeah.” She giggles. “We broke up. I just wanted to say bye to the birthday boy.” She smiles uncomfortably while strolling down the steps of the porch. “See you around.”

All the breath I was holding leaves my lungs once she’s fully off the porch and making her way down to the street, being whistled at by the several guys she passes.

“Are you ok?” Carter’s demeanor immediately changes, his stance softening, appearing as if he actually may regret what he said.

I steal his beer from the ledge and chug it down.

“Ugh, that’s gross.” I cough and force the warm liquid back. “It’s piss warm.”

Carter laughs. “Yeah, well, I’ve been nursing it for a while.”

“Disgusting.” I try to use my saliva to wash down the taste.

“Seriously, are you ok?” He nudges my shoulder with his. “That was rough to watch.”

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