Page 93 of Filthy Liar

There was no way she was getting any funding to go back to rehab, she’d proven it wasn’t working. This was the third or fourth time she’d fallen off the bandwagon in the past two years.

“Raven! Where have you been, girl?” Cami slurred, holding the bottle out. “Come drink with me!”

“Fuck you, Cami,” Raven scoffed, giving her the cold shoulder and snatching a spray can from Logan to return to her painting. It looked like some kind of demon with an angel’s halo.

“You’re not my type,” Cami grinned, winking at Logan. “I knew you two would end up together.” Logan ignored her completely, acting as if she hadn’t spoken, and Cami was too damn drunk to even realize as she laughed. “You guys are so cute together!”

Raven turned around and shoved her, and I stepped out of the way to avoid catching her as she landed on her ass. The ground wasn’t that hard here anyway.

Cami blinked up at us from the ground in a confused daze, her voice whiney. “What was that for? Raven! Someone who looks like you pushed me!”

“I fucking pushed you,” Raven bit out, losing her patience. “Fuck off away from me.”

“Why are you mad at me?” she pouted, searching for her dropped bottle.

It was almost empty, and I wasn’t surprised when Raven grabbed it and pegged it hard over the fence, Cami’s mouth dropping open. “Raven!”

“You’re a piece of shit, Cami. Do you remember the party we went to? The one you were supposed to be looking out for me at?” Raven seethed, bending down to talk to her. “You got drunk instead. You promised to keep an eye out for me.”

“I did! You were having a good time!” Cami grinned, sitting up a little and trying to get her balance. “You were dancing, and hanging out with people, and hooking up with hot dudes. You should thank me for taking you.”

“Thank you?” Raven asked slowly, and Cami beamed wide.

“You’re welcome! We should do it again sometime when?—”

Raven kicked her in the chest, sending her back so hard that her head bounced off the grass.

“I never want to see you again, you hear me? I trusted you, and you chose to get fucking drunk instead. I never would’ve drank if I knew you weren’t going to keep an eye out.”

“You had fun!”

“I was almost raped!” Raven snapped, definitely loud enough for people close by to hear, but she was beyond caring. I’d seen her angry plenty of times, so I could tell this anger was more aimed at herself for lowering her walls than it was for Cami.

She knew better than to trust someone else with her safety, and she was blaming herself for it.

“I didn’t—” Cami started, but Raven cut her off.

“You didn’t think because you reached for a drink the second you wandered off. You’re pathetic, look at you. Every time you get sober, you run straight back to the bottle like it’s an old friend.”

“I’m not even that drunk,” Cami mumbled, trying to get to her feet but failing. “Raven, help me up. We can find a seat near the Pit to watch the fights!”

“I’m done helping you,” Raven answered, grabbing her paint and shoving it into the bag. “Stupid me for believing you’d changed.”

The most horrible sound left Cami as she started crying and screaming, none of it in English, and people were staring as Raven stormed past, apparently ready to go home. The girls hadn’t exactly been best friends, but I knew Raven liked Cami.

She wouldn’t give her another chance though, not when Cami had had so many over the years.

Logan almost ran into Raven as she halted abruptly up ahead, and I only heard bits of her conversation with someone from where I was following behind, sticking by Reid who was a little slower.

Ander and Logan had Raven, so I knew she’d be fine.

“Get in the fucking Pit then!” Raven barked, getting in some girl’s face. I was pretty sure her name was Fern, I wasn’t sure.

Logan and Reid had definitely tag-teamed her before though, that much I remembered.

The girls were nose-to-nose, and Reid sighed. “Guess we’re not leaving yet?”

“It might fizzle out,” I offered, but then the girl shoved Raven and it was on.

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