Page 70 of Never Have I Ever
I sigh, turning to face her. “What is it? I know you have something you want to ask me, so do it already.”
“Does the fact that you’re not interested have anything to do with Grayson Carter?” she asks, making my face drain of its color. How the hell does she know about Grayson?
“What?” Gabriella shrieks. “Grayson Carter?”
“What’s going on with you and Grayson Carter?” Madeline asks, sounding as shocked as Gabi did.
“Nothing,” I lie. “Nothing’s going on with Grayson.”
The girls don't take my bullshit. They give me a look of disbelief and then turn to Leila, who seems to know something since she's smiling.
“He called me yesterday,” she says. “And ended up giving me what could only be described as a lecture about the danger of drugs.” She smiles at me. “I didn’t know whether to be pissed at him or grateful. He seemed like he was really worried about you.”
I swallow. “He told you about that?”
She nods, her eyes softening as a slight frown forms on her face. “He told me you freaked out and ended up having a hallucination, and he found you having a panic attack.”
“What?” Gabriella shrieks again.
“Is this true?” Madi asks.
“Yeah,” I admit with a nod.
Madi’s face turns pained. “You gave her drugs?” she asks Leila.
“She asked me for it,” Leila says. “I didn’t think she’d be able to smoke a joint, so I got her some edibles. I thought they’d be better.”
“How did you even get it?” Madi asks.
“I asked this kid in my business class who always comes in high. He cooked up a batch of brownies and gave me a few.”
“Are you okay?” Gabi asks me.
“Yeah,” I reassure them. “I’m fine. It was just scary.”
“I texted you,” Leila says with a frown. “I went over to your apartment, but the concierge said you weren’t inside, so I left the package with them and texted you to let you know.” She shakes her head, her brows pulled together. “I’m so sorry. I should have been there with you.”
“My phone was dead,” I tell her. “I didn’t see the text.” The next morning, I woke up with Grayson lying beside me, sleeping next to me. I thought he would have left after we hooked up, but he stayed. And when I checked my phone, Leila’s text was there, telling me she got me pot brownies and to wait for her. I told Grayson about it, but I would never have thought he’d call Leila.
“It’s all my fault,” she says. “I should have been there. I didn’t know you’d react like that.”
I don’t blame Leila. It wasn’t her fault. It was just bad timing. The text was enough, it was just bad luck that my phone was dead, and I didn’t end up seeing it.
“Me neither. I didn’t know they were edibles, and I was starving, so I had two.”
Leila closes her eyes, a pained expression painted on her face as she mutters ‘Mierda’ under her breath.
“This makes me want to do drugs even less than before,” Madeline says.
“Not everyone has a bad reaction like Rosie did,” Gabi says, leaning back on her chair. “When I smoked weed, It was great.”
“Yeah.” Leila agrees. “I just felt relaxed.”
I exhale. “What I felt was the furthest from relaxed.” It sucks that I had a bad reaction to it the first time I tried it.
“Why did you ask Leila for drugs?” Madi asks.
I shrug. “I don’t know. I just wanted to try it, I guess.”
